There are lots of byways like this one on any tour…we follow a teacher very well; most of the time. Little plugs in your ear do help to hear and to know which way they turned up ahead.
My always best traveling companion, Miss Nancy, was a bright light again. Never in doubt about anything, she has a schedule she likes to keep and places she wants to go…we are going to go out for a walk right now. I love to travel with this “always willing to go and always eager to learn” lady. Love of my life.
We met good people as we gathered for drinks, safety drills, meals and bus tours all week.
Here is Ann Huber and her daughter, Elizabeth, who were with us daily from the first. Ann runs a travel agency in Cleveland and Elizabeth teaches kindergarten in Cincinnati.
Sidewalk cafes could become a habit…there are a thousand opportunities in Paris, but they exist in profusion in even tiny French towns, too. For one cup, you own the table for the day, if needed….and they do have rest rooms available…how nice.
Dick & Chris are such great traveling companions – Dick is usually behind a camera (as is someone else, who rarely is seen in the blog, may be) but he comes out from behind to a laugh now and then. Flexible, good-spirited and always looking for more learning…these are qualities that we admire. Lots of stamina also is a big plus. We have been to Nantucket, Ireland, now France with them. We have more traveling to do with these Olivers.
Then there are our guides. Our favorite this time was Stefanie of Normandy. She had great shoes and sun-glasses, in addition to knowing everything about the history of her country and this region and the war years here.
I will admit, those hob-nailed numbers on the first day almost ruined her credibility with me before we entered Rouen for the morning with her. But, I’m working on my “snap judgments” about people and persevered with her…she’s now my favorite. Perhaps an all-time honor roll lady.
These other guys have become companions for the world no matter what the country may be….they are here for our safety, but somehow look foreboding and scary. I am grateful for their service, but they still make me nervous; not calm.
Then, the street people are always interesting – artists and musicians. We are usually up for helping them with their “college education” or whatever with a few Euros, deposited in their plate or open guitar case.