After too long, I finally got the chance for a first glimpse of Normandy late this winter, during a weekend getaway from Paris.

These houses, these streets, those crêpes. Oh so charmingly French.

But The Wind! The cold that creeps into every skin pore…

So, although you love the ocean and the promenade walks in Cabourg, make sure you don’t walk against the mighty wind. And in the evening, watch the gamblers in the casinos or the non-fellow non-vegetarians with their massive seafood plates.

Still, I kept singing, Jacques Brel’s Vesoul on Saturday, and waking up on Sunday, saying goodbye:

Go back to sleep and let’s sail away to the beaches of Normandie…
(Shout Out Louds)


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