At the Sunday marché in Place Saint Marc.
Somehow we've arrived at the halfway point in our trip. A little more than halfway, actually.
As I mentioned in my previous post, the weather here has been unexpectedly Portland-like. In winter. And we Portlanders are in desperate need of some heat (though we will probably wilt like the delicate flowers that we are once we're exposed to anything over 80F!).
So, thanks to airbnb, I've found us a lovely apartment for a week in sunny Barcelona, Spain. We've never been to Spain, and I'm very excited about the combination of great art (Picasso, Gaudi, Miro) there combined with an opportunity for some mediterranean beaches.
In the mean time, we're spending this week hosting David's 18-year-old cousin, Kaylin, who happened to be traveling around Belgium and Switzerland this summer. On Friday, Anna and I are going to head into Paris (David will join us Saturday) for another weekend with our awesome friends, Curtis, Leila and Lilly-Rose. From Paris we'll fly directly to Barcelona for a week. And then, finally, back to Rouen for what will be the last week of our time here.
Reflections in a doorway (including Anna!).
A strawberry (fraise) éclair, with cousin Kaylin.
Another amazing meal at Jam.
Local, handmade macarons at the Sunday marché (his table is in the background).