There are few things I love in France more than the open-air markets. There’s just something about the beautiful produce, friendly vendors and shameless people-watching that I adore.
I have been to the markets many times but never with a … Read the rest
It seems that every time I land in France, I arrive in a state of utter shambles. Last summer I flew in from Dublin after a blurry night of Havana Club mojitos. This year I didn’t sleep a wink on … Read the rest
Last weekend, as we Michiganians say, my family and I went “up north.” Meaning we went to our cottage on Lake Huron to go duck hunting.
And as a person who has spent a lot of time in France, I … Read the rest
Hey everyone, happy Saturday! So I’m back in Paris after a lovely weekend in the north of France. It’s nice to be home (well, back to my temporary home anyway.)
So basically any spare time I had off from my au pair job this week I spent wandering around Paris, taking lots of photos and stopping for bistro sandwiches. It was lovely.
So after two happy and windblown days in Dingle, (which you can read about here and here), it was finally time to leave the peninsula to fly back home. The only problem was I wasn’t sure how to get … Read the rest
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So on my second day in Dingle the weather was too rough to do anything at sea which is where most of the attractions take place (including … Read the rest
Ah, Dingle. The gorgeous, oft-visited peninsula that so easily found its way into my heart. Dingle was so much more than the tourist-haven I expected, and with its beautiful music, people and nature, I’m dying to go back.
Dingle is … Read the rest
In case you haven’t noticed my obnoxious excitement all over Facebook, Twitter and beyond, I’m officially working as a nanny in France. Thanks for reading and I’m glad to have you along for the journey!
This week took me to Nord-Pas-de-Calais, a rain and apple-filled region on the French-Belgian border.
Speaking of apples, the family I work for owns an apple farm there, which is where we stayed for two nights. When I asked the grandfather how long the farm had been in the family, he said, “Well, we have a map from 1820 that has our name on the property, so at least that long.” (more…)