This Here Be Picnic Weather

I don’t know about you guys, but my first instinct when nice weather shows up is to be outside as much as humanely possible. Which means I’ve gotten pretty good at grabbing food from the fridge, throwing something together and heading to the park for a picnic at the last minute. That’s my favourite thing about picnics, really: how uncomplicated they are. Seriously, this is not a thing you can mess up. Is it food? Is it still edible? Can you eat it with your hands and/or very few utensils? Is it shareable? If it falls into any/all of these categories, guess what? You can take it on a picnic!

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Annecy: Re-Visited

This week has been wonderful. I don’t think I’ve ever really gotten to say that lately, so let me repeat: this week has been wonderful. It’s been sunny and we’ve been outside a lot. Impromptu picnics and then yesterday I spent the day in Annecy. 

Thinking of: What Next?

I have this big map of France on one wall of my bedroom (see image below) where I’ve stuck pins (hi lighted in bright blue because white is difficult) in all the places I’ve been. Over the last nine months (how are we at the nine month mark already?!), through various circumstances and cases of good luck/bad luck/life, I’ve managed to hit a fair bit. Unfortunately I didn’t get to do a lot of extended seeing at each of these places, but I can say I’ve been there and I’ve spent time across various corners of the country.

Good-bye, Nice

Can we talk about the beach? Just for a few seconds and then we can move on to another topic, if you really want. When you think beach, or rather, when I think beach, it’s sand next to a body of water. The sand doesn’t have to be gorgeous and white and fine and the things that ads are made of. But Nice completely ignored that memo or they were out for coffee or thought the world was going to be inhabited by giants and that the rocks they put on the beach would look like sand. 

Hello, Nice

As people do when they go on holidays, I fell in love. Deep, spine tingling, ‘i want this to last forever’ love. I know I said that Annecy was amazing (or what I told everyone is that Annecy was my favourite place in France), but Nice not only won that contest, it swept into first place with a casual class that made no question of the fact that it belonged there.