Nantes
My favourite French city
When I say favourite, at this stage, I’d only visited two French cities — Paris and Nantes and I prefer Nantes. I spent three weeks here a year ago with Stacey and Max, her boyfriend. I absolutely loved it. I’ll write about that visit another time. Nantes is the birthplace of Jules Verne and L’Ile des Animaux (the Island of the Animals) is the most phantasmagorical place I’ve ever seen. I don’t even know if that’s the right word to describe it. (See photos)
We arrived just after 4pm, which was pretty good going all the way from Frayssinet-le-Gélat. I managed to find Stacey and Max’s house — it was a year since I’d visited — and proceeded to download our luggage at the end of the street in the drizzling rain. I walked down the street to their house where I am staying this week. Stacey has organised for Kiryn and Lorelle to share a neighbour’s apartment at the end of the cul-de-sac.
