A French holiday – week 3

For our final week, we exchanged the coast for the Midlands below Paris. We ‘glamped’ at this lovely camping in a beautiful, well equiped tent, below some huge trees. This made a perfect combination with the hot weather. We wanted to go often to Paris, but have only be going once. We just got so relaxed that we just left it that way.

Some words to mark this week are: Paris, Eiffel Tower, Sacre Coeur, strolling through Montmartre, loads of icecreams (no photo’s, was just eating), castles and gardens, swimming pool, nature, merry-go-rounds, sunny weather and some more, precious family time.

A French holiday – week 2

Our second week was spent on the same camping. To wrap this week up, I would use the words: a small village flea market scoring a good thrift, gloomy days at the beach selling ‘ice creams’ made of shells, WOII, more family time with my parents in law joining us for some days, pretty sights and the cutest little circus at our camping.

A French Holiday – week 1

Finally I have sorted my holiday photo’s. And I’m ready to share some with you. As there are quite a lot (I find it so hard to choose as I like most of them; something to do with emotions and memories ;-) ) I will post them in 3 different posts. A post for every week we were away. So here comes week 1.

A week in the North West of Normany, close to a village called Sainte Marie du Monte. We stayed for two weeks on this camping and really, really had the best of times. Normany sticked to it’s reputation for not having the best wheather, but we did not take too much notice of that. It was a week of deserted beaches, pretty flowers, pittoresque villages, pink houses (!), picknicks near the sea under the most gorgeous Chalk Cliffs, finding loads and loads of shells, spotting seals, swiming and most important of all, some good and love filled family time.