4 days in Nice came and went. Medieval villages, insanely blue water, sweet sud de france frenchie maman et papa who wore stripes in different shades and sizes each day. I managed a small sunburn and eat freshly baked quiche on the beach. 1.5 hours later I was in cold rainy Paris and it feels like a dream that I had my bare arms and sunglasses out.
I hopped a train towards Provins and visited a creamery 45 mins outside of Paris. The gal is a friend of a dear friend and she insisted that we connect. Rolling green fields with 38 stunning horses, 25 dairy cows, geese, egg hens and usually pigs but they had recently been slaughtered. I ate a blood sausage with homemade french fries and potato leek soup. We talked about learning the language, navigating offensive faux-pas and dating french men. Her husband came in and asked her help to bring in the cows. I eagerly volunteered to help. I was terrified out of my mind but I realized they were scared of me too as I went running through the rain and mud to shoo them on their way. You couldn’t wipe the smile for me face the rest of the day as the beauty of this farm continued to unfold. An hold hunting lodge built in the 1700s they now host weddings there and it would be a dream to shoot there. They asked me to give them cards and they would gladly refer me. Icing on the cake was when one of the cows went into labor and I witnessed the process and got to name the pretty little girl (Charlotte) once she finally arrived after a little complication. I hope to return next week with my gear and really document this little slice of heaven. :)
