What a lovely ten days we had taking a little tour of France by the backroads.
I plan on blogging our route, places were we stayed, dined, and other tidbits in a few days.
What I enjoyed most about our drive through France, was the many many villages we passed through. If we had stopped in each one for ten minutes we would arrive home in the year 2113. I am not kidding.
No wonder France has a million brocantes.
If you ever want to live in the middle of France, I am here to tell you there are many beautiful places and incredible old homes to drool over.
Century old stone walls and houses, with narrow street.
What was sad was how many were empty with big "VENDRE" (sale) signs on them.
The French villages are changing, cities and the neighboring towns are growing.
I took so many photos on the go... I will never remember all of them.
As we drove passed this shop (I leaned out the car window to take this photo) I realized it had a wine barrel, a black kettle, and oxen horns in the windows. A brocante? No, it felt more like a Magic Potion kind of place.
"If I was not King of France, I would want to be bourgeois from Vitré!
Henri IV, King of France, surprised by the richness of the city in 1598."
via Wiki about Vitre.
Yann and I drove through this town, which in next to his hometown Rennes, about five days ago. One of the many things I learned on this little tour of France, was that Yann's Great Grandfather was an architect and designed a church in Vitre.
Did we see it?
"Well, I guess that means, we will have to come back." Is what I thought out loud.
I think I deserve a medal for not stopping at every brocante I saw!
Do you know how many I saw?
Do you know how many I stopped at?
That can only mean one thing...
I am going back dang it!