We have left Paris, and I preface this entry with the promise to expand on my adventures there once I am more permanently settled. But for now, onward. After a night’s stay with friends in the Parisian suburb of Fourqueux, we journeyed 3 1/2 hours north to Normandy, where I currently write from a beautiful seaside inn overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.
Our first stop of the day was in beautiful Rouen, a city touted for its medieval architecture and exquisite gothic cathedrals. In 1431, Joan of Arc was burned alive in its main square. The whole town breathes with history, and as I strolled through its narrow, winding streets I felt I had traveled back centuries.
After a quick picnic, we continued on to our main destination: Etretat. It is a seaside town along the northern coast of France, best known for magnificent cliffs and natural arches immortalized in the paintings of Monet and Courbet.
We arrived just before sundown and immediately made our way to the beach. As we headed to one of the arches, we noticed a half-hidden cave with dubious-looking infrastructure. We couldn’t help but do some impromptu scrambling.
And that is precisely how we ended up here:
In closing, Etretat is beautiful. And with that, good night.