Le Croisic, France

InOnce we committed to coming to the Olympics, we knew that we would need some place to cool our heels in between Jeff’s two race walk events 6 days apart. I love Paris, but I don’t love crowds. I knew that we would be well advised to get the hell out of dodge for a few days to recharge, but where? Any easy day trip would not be far enough to lose the crowds or to be interesting enough to spend multiple days. Hopping to more than one town seemed unwise. While I yearned to return to the Cote D’Azure, it is far, expensive and would be mobbed with the whole of France on vacation (at least anyone not staying in Paris for the Games). An exhaustive search left me spinning in circles. I finally settled on what appeared to be a sleepy town at the end of the TGV Line on the Atlantic Coast- Le Croisic. I settled on a gorgeous hotel Le Fort de L’Ocean. After the transportation woes we experienced getting to Paris I was concerned not to have anything go sideways for this leg of the trip. As we settled in on the TGV, I began […]

Whose Bag is it Anyway?

Disclaimer, this is a One Dress story without actually taking a wedding dress shot. Don’t worry, the dress will come out shortly. Jeff and I used to discuss whether or not we might apply for the Amazing Race early in our marriage. Life then got in the way, then the Pandemic, and next thing we knew we blinked and were married for 16 years. This year saw the return of our travel adventures, dress project, and the unexpected. As we booked this trip, I had some trepidation about my role as translator and navigator for the Paris Olympics. My French is a bit rusty, and it had been 30 years since my days living in Paris and trekking through Europe by train. I planned to brush up on my French and I paid attention to booking our travel in and out of Paris, as I knew that Paris during the Olympics would be a chaotic zoo. We would endure the madness for the race walk and then get the hell out of the city. After an exhaustive search of destinations easily assessable from the TGV (European High Speed Train), I settled on the picturesque, coastal town of Le Croisic. While […]