I have to say it is good to back. I barely knit a stitch the whole time…just finished the strap on Zoe’s dog sweater and put the buttons on. It seemed there was no time–the plane was packed, the days full and the car rides too scenic to miss. I also didn’t buy a scrap of yarn although I did come home with some lovely antique knitting needles. My friends partner is always on the lookout for knitting or crochet items for me. He offered me some ivory crochet hooks too but I didn’t take them as they seemed very fragile and I never check baggage.
I didn’t post before I left as I was very stressed out. My passport expires next month and my friend informed me that some countries don’t let you in–or out–with less than 3 to 6 months on your passport. I had no clue and horror stories abound on the internet. Needless to say I got there and back without a problem but I hated to tip the scales of fate.
The highlight of the trip was a visit to Mont St. Michel. When we lived in the UK, we visited St. Michael’s Mount in Cornwall and the similarities have long been discussed by Brian and I. Mont St. Michel is much larger and grander! I was so surprised to see there was even a village on the island. I was even more suprised and a bit disappointed that the land bridge no longer gets covered with water–so much "development" has changed that. While the monastery was amazing the place transformed at night to something completely magical. We saw so many shooting stars.
The shops had little pictures of the island and sheep but I hadn’t seen any sheep until we left and Brian remembered that they are know for their lamb who gaze on the salty marsh. Sadly, we missed the tides galloping in like a horse but we had to get back to Paris for an opening evening at the antique market.
Brian has many American friends and it is always fun to see them and catch up. Plus it makes the conversation easier for me as my french is horrific and seems to be getting worse. The market was amazing with so much history to explore and learn.
Brian’s house in the country has undegone so many renovations I could hardly believe it was the same place. Goodness knows there is a lot more to do and I tell him he is lucky his parents are so active in Habitat for Humanity because they always put a lot of hard work into their visits. We went for a long walk in the woods looking for mushrooms. Thankfully we didn’t find many–my mom always told me to be careful of mushrooms. And a woman who had been born in the house and lived there during the war came to visit with her brother and friends. Lots of translating for me but it was a lovely visit.
Saturday we walked from one side of Paris to the other in search of a shirt and tie for Kevin. Both Zoe and I were exhausted. Although she hardly looked it in the photo from the cafe. I was so exhausted that we skipped White Night in Paris where they keep the museums open at night. Sunday was a quiet morning with Brian and off to lunch at the antique market with Joel.
Brian really outdid himself keeping me entertained–which was completely unnecessary as I am delighted just to spend time with him. I can hardly believe it has been over 20 years since we met in our high school homeroom. I think, next time, I really want to bring Gracie. The rest of the photos are up on my flickr page.