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13 Jul 2014

The Elusiveness of Time

This is Baba’s contribution to our blog:

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All those months of planning (with meticulous detail by Chris and Beth) and dreaming about June 27th, the beginning of our adventure, and here it is July 12th, the end of my great adventure and the continuation for Beth and Chris. What now they ask,-memories and what memories for me-:experiencing Paris -ooh la la-in Leibfrieds’ own special, intimate way- and the piece de resistance- the boat trip on the Canal du Nivernais. Because I didn’t know what to expect, my heart, mind and soul were wide open and they were filled to overflowing-the blogs and photos explain all that. But–my greatest memories are from Beth and Chris- their special, extraordinary relationship- and their acceptance, consideration and love toward me, Baba, mom and mother in law. So-time marches on , but you discover many things along the way, if you allow yourself to be open to experience and your loved ones.

 

 

 

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10 Jul 2014
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End of the canal

So here we are, 12 days and 68 locks later, moored in the quay at Tannay.  Tomorrow we grab a train to Paris and Barb heads West, we head East. It’s been an awesome ride and I couldn’t ask for better traveling partners. So much wine, quiche, music, and laughs.

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08 Jul 2014
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Boulangerie

Within the confines of every village, no matter the size, lives the beloved boulangerie.  It is a reliable truth. We consistently find our way there, along with the French old timers, each morning. This morning I traverse the steep incline for the daily ritual with Chris.

I reach for the door knob and step inside the cozy room. The unmistakable bready fragrance meets my nostrils and I think my eyes must be rolling back into my head. The woman behind the counter is almost always a pretty middle-aged woman, with glasses, her hair is usually pulled up (her husband is in the back with the flour, butter, and ovens) “Bon jour, madame” the woman behind the counter sings to me; “bon jour” I say in my conspicuous English accent; it doesn’t matter to anyone though.  I am in boulangerie heaven as my eyes dart in each direction deciding on what to buy. There are traditional loaves with dark crusts, lighter baguettes, fruit-filled tarts, jambone quiches, flaky croissants – a delicious mixture of both savory and sweet treats. After a little over a week, I am recognizing a little spoken French and more written French;  I can understand what is inside each baked treasure. We decide on several delicacies along with a traditional long loaf of bread with pointy ends – it is warm, but to be consumed later in the day.

We exit and the French monsouir behind us has casually purchased his lone loaf of bread, puts it in his bicycle basket and rides down the street.

Tomorrow we will find another boulangerie….

(P. S.  We will be joining the gym in Budapest)

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