Blog Category: France

On the Horizon, 2016.

On the Horizon, 2016.
CAP GRIS NEZ, France  |  He poked his head through the bathroom door as I was applying my final coat of mascara. “We’re leaving in twenty minutes, please put on the clothes I’ve left for you on the couch.” Where were we going? I walked into the living room and curiously peered at the [ . . . ]

Parisian Mornings

Parisian Mornings
PARIS, France | Before I had ever met her, my heart yearned for her. Unable to express or even understand it myself, I had always felt like I knew her. The depths of my stomach felt drawn to her like an unquenchable flame.  Perhaps it was through the perfectly constructed pages of Ernest [ . . . ]

Lumière du Soleil

Lumière du Soleil
VAUCRESSON, France | The sun peeped through the blinds, stirring me from my hibernation. Smiling sleepily I freed myself from my blanket chamber. Pulling a soft woolen jumper over my head, I brushed my hair and walked out the front door. As I stepped onto the cobblestone street, the [ . . . ]

The Next Mourning

The Next Mourning
It was late and we had just finished watching a movie. He checked his phone, several missed calls and a message; at this time?  “Tu es au courant pour Paris?”  Are you aware of Paris?  With heavy hearts we turned on the television and helplessly watched as the evening progressed; for the [ . . . ]

Silence

Silence
LILLE, France | I don’t always like talking. Sometimes I like to walk alone because it is when I notice more; the smells, the sounds and the colours. I like to walk and lose myself in the minuscule details that would otherwise be unnoticed.  Life is so beautiful and in our distraction we [ . . . ]

Folklore Forest

Folklore Forest
TROUÉE D’ARENBERG, France | I am completely enchanted by the forest in autumn. The colours of orange, red and yellow splash the landscape like a splatter of paint from an artist’s pallet. The breeze is cool and the scent of unearthed soil lingers in the air from the wild bores before [ . . . ]

My Arrival In France

My Arrival In France
VALENCIENNES, France | The overwhelming list of tasks associated with an international relocation masked the excitement of following one of my dreams; living to France. Up until this point it still hasn’t felt like a reality, living in France was a bittersweet wish. The kind of wish I [ . . . ]

Announcement!

Announcement!
14 days ago he received a job offer…  7 days ago we accepted. It is in excitement that I announce – we are relocating to France! Words cannot express the myriad of emotions flooding my soul; so much to do in so little time!   (iphone app: dreamdays; app background [ . . . ]

A Weekend Itinerary – Collioure, France

A Weekend Itinerary – Collioure, France
COLLIOURE, France  |  While growing up I was raised by the sea and during this time I cultivated a close relationship with the ocean. I have smelt her salt in my tangled hair, I have experienced the sensuous feel of sand between my toes and I have eaten from her table.  In Australia, most [ . . . ]

Six Beautiful Towns in France

Six Beautiful Towns in France
There is something romantic about waking up and finding yourself in a fortified town, located in the South-West of France.  We had rolled around enjoying the delicious crisp sheets of our hotel until we embraced the winding streets that were blanketed with moss. As we walked down the [ . . . ]

France, Finally

France, Finally
When I arrived on French soil I was welcomed with a croissant and a small bouquet of violets, the ‘flower’ of the region. Tearfully, I melted into his embrace while inhaling his scent and nervously kissing his lips.  It had been months since we had seen one another. Up until this point, [ . . . ]

Le Bon Choix

Le Bon Choix
Is there a food you would choose over anything else in the world? For me it is the traditional French Croissant. When I first tasted the buttery, flakey pastry I was in culinary heaven. It did however create a couple interesting dilemmas. Firstly, the calories consumed if I ate fifty of [ . . . ]

My Date With Monsieur Monet

My Date With Monsieur Monet
Valentines Day. For some it is a day of becoming swept away in the moment of mass-produced teddy bears, candy and flowers. For others, it is a day of indifference, and I am one of those people. Some argue that because I don’t celebrate Valentines Day I’m not a romantic; this couldn’t be [ . . . ]