La tartine. *sigh*
Monday, August 31
Sunday, August 30
Fields outside of Domremy
Walking from Domremy out to la Chapelle de Bermont, where Joan went to pray every week. (This was very strange for anyone, especially a young girl, to do.)
This was my favorite day, and my favorite field out of every field I walked through.
This was my favorite day, and my favorite field out of every field I walked through.
Wednesday, August 26
Tuesday, August 18
Mont Saint-Michel, Part One
Getting to Mont Saint-Michel took 6 hours by train from Vernon. I went from Vernon to Oissel, where I waited for a train to Rennes. This is Oissel: a whole lotta nothin'. It was completely silent except for the one train that passed while I waited. The only other person around was a lady at the interior ticket booth.
A few hours later, as the train slowed down once again for a station, I saw a big church and a tall tower atop a green hill. I took a picture and felt a shiver when the train stopped and I saw the signs for "LISIEUX". This is the home of Thérèse de Lisieux the home of her Carmelite convent, the place where she lived her intense life of holy ordinariness, where she wrote.
My first view of le Mont came as the train pulled into Pontorson. Over the golden fields and through the slight fog I saw a shadowy peaked castle. In this picture you can see the tallest spire, to the right of that round tree on the left.
I took the bus to the Mont and treaded (im)patiently up the narrow street behind the herd of tourists. My room was up a further path, through an archway, and down a hallway. I melted at the view, and took a satisfied nap.
I went to have a cup of coffee. It started raining right as the tide began to rise and overtake the mudflats.
I finished my coffee and walked around, watching the water and eavesdropping on tourists in 3 languages.
The stones and wood tiles are covered in mosses and tiny textured plants. Moss will always amaze me!
More than halfway up the Mont and looking down:
More than halfway up and looking up and out, to where the clouds have broken a little:
Looking down, out over the ramparts :
A rainbow!
And its other tail too!
Ah, the sun.
A few hours later, as the train slowed down once again for a station, I saw a big church and a tall tower atop a green hill. I took a picture and felt a shiver when the train stopped and I saw the signs for "LISIEUX". This is the home of Thérèse de Lisieux the home of her Carmelite convent, the place where she lived her intense life of holy ordinariness, where she wrote.
My first view of le Mont came as the train pulled into Pontorson. Over the golden fields and through the slight fog I saw a shadowy peaked castle. In this picture you can see the tallest spire, to the right of that round tree on the left.
I took the bus to the Mont and treaded (im)patiently up the narrow street behind the herd of tourists. My room was up a further path, through an archway, and down a hallway. I melted at the view, and took a satisfied nap.
I went to have a cup of coffee. It started raining right as the tide began to rise and overtake the mudflats.
I finished my coffee and walked around, watching the water and eavesdropping on tourists in 3 languages.
The stones and wood tiles are covered in mosses and tiny textured plants. Moss will always amaze me!
More than halfway up the Mont and looking down:
More than halfway up and looking up and out, to where the clouds have broken a little:
Looking down, out over the ramparts :
A rainbow!
And its other tail too!
Ah, the sun.
Saturday, August 15
Wednesday, August 5
Home, Albums, and Continuing Travels
Jet lag tried to eat me but I've survived!
Fort Collins is just as lovely and sun-filled as I remembered. I leave again in a few days for a week at this writing workshop, hosted by the Collegeville Institute for Ecumenical and Cultural Research.
I've finally finished putting up a small album of photos from Domremy here.
Coming soon to this blog:
Pictures from Mont St-Michel!
Pictures of the garden!
Sketches of things in the garden!
Vocabulary lessons like "How to Swear Very Offensively in French"!
This is what home has been like :
Fort Collins is just as lovely and sun-filled as I remembered. I leave again in a few days for a week at this writing workshop, hosted by the Collegeville Institute for Ecumenical and Cultural Research.
I've finally finished putting up a small album of photos from Domremy here.
Coming soon to this blog:
Pictures from Mont St-Michel!
Pictures of the garden!
Sketches of things in the garden!
Vocabulary lessons like "How to Swear Very Offensively in French"!
This is what home has been like :
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