Pimm’s at Lord’s. Very English.
Arrival of the Tour de France
Last one from York…
We went into York Minster (the cathedral, and the word Minster has no relation to minister).
The tombstones were pretty awesome
We were there just after the depart of the Tour de France, so there was a lot of TdF related bunting and decoration.
Also, multiple cheesy mannequin opportunities…
A couple initial establishing shots of York, with J.
It was exactly the English experience I was looking for, which I think can be summed up with the phrase “Ye Olde Tourist Trappe”
Today, to celebrate the 14th of July, there was the traditional défilé on the Champs Elysées. To commemorate the 100 year anniversary of WWI, the parade started out with standard bearers from most of the countries (well, today’s versions of the countries) that participated in the conflict.
And then, in the Jardin des Tuileries, there was a camp of soldiers with WWI uniforms. However, there were also a ton of people, so we left and on our way home came across a fanfare in front of St Sulpice
I’m on a week’s vacation, and it’s WONDERFUL. I’ve already forgotten what I do for a living.
DP and I were very kindly invited to a family home in a tiny oceanside town called La Tranche sur Mer. White houses with blue shutters, everyone on the beach knows who you are - it was very much a family atmosphere.
The ocean was cold, but once in not that bad, and the waves crashing made staying afloat a fun challenge. I caught up on some beach reading (La verité sur l’affaire Harry Quebert, which I haven’t finished by is excellent) and got a very red sunburn on places that make it painful to sit.
Next adventure, England!