First time in France



This trip began as an escapist fantasy. I saw the above picture of the Mont St Michel, and wrote urgently to my friend N, saying

this is apparently somewhere in France.
and i need to go. i need to. let’s go.

It was brought to life the same friend, who believes that dreams really do come true. He’s experienced it in his life, so he sold his soul to enable us to have not only this trip, but also weeks of nice weather to follow us on our way.

There are a great many stories to tell, and my camera even lived to help illustrate about half of them. So gather close, nestle in, and let the dream begin. All further posts will be accessible from trackbacks to this post.

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