All of the thousands of stairs from the town of Laon to the top of the mountain where Notre Dame de Laon sits. Doesn't matter how cold the day is, by the time you reach the top you would kill for an iced drink. Of course you can't have the ice as it is parasite ridden, same for the ice cream. Argh!
The incredibly friendly people. We are in your debt for your many kindnesses through the years of our station there!
The horrible bus ride from Laon to Quessy Centre, made only worse by the neo-fascist bus monitors. May you truly get yours in life!
Couvron the town where Marie Fischer lived.
Crepe (with lots of accents!) where Van Gogh saw a starry sky and I found the exact place he had painted from – and that got me another A in art class.
The hills of Fontenac and the ME 262 underground hanger we found, complete with aircraft!
Quessy Centre, where Isabelle Bourdon taught me a tiny percent of what she knew of about being a chef and gifted me for life. Allain my friend. The canal and our 17th century house.
Quessy, where I first tried anise - stoned for three days.....
Tergnier (sp?) where our neighbor was a train engineer. Fascinating place the rail yards.
La Faire, with the open air market and some of the funniest and friendliest police I have ever met anywhere!
The May Day riot of 1966 when the NATO kids were slaughtered in Tergnier, leaving us in fear for our lives for the next year until we could leave.
The asp I found in our backyard one spring morning which scared the locals so bad they burned down the meadow - and fried a whole bunch of snakes!
The church bells. How they rang for my friend when he died. 102 times, once for each year of his life. I look forward to seeing you again one of these days.
Those crazy British tourists whom never could drive over a bridge! How many did they haul out of the canal? Dozens.
Our Flemish Giant rabbit we took for walks on a cat leash around town. Yah, it turned a few heads, plus she weighed in at 30 pounds! Just loved peanut butter and oatmeal.
The incredibly friendly people. We are in your debt for your many kindnesses through the years of our station there!
The horrible bus ride from Laon to Quessy Centre, made only worse by the neo-fascist bus monitors. May you truly get yours in life!
Couvron the town where Marie Fischer lived.
Crepe (with lots of accents!) where Van Gogh saw a starry sky and I found the exact place he had painted from – and that got me another A in art class.
The hills of Fontenac and the ME 262 underground hanger we found, complete with aircraft!
Quessy Centre, where Isabelle Bourdon taught me a tiny percent of what she knew of about being a chef and gifted me for life. Allain my friend. The canal and our 17th century house.
Quessy, where I first tried anise - stoned for three days.....
Tergnier (sp?) where our neighbor was a train engineer. Fascinating place the rail yards.
La Faire, with the open air market and some of the funniest and friendliest police I have ever met anywhere!
The May Day riot of 1966 when the NATO kids were slaughtered in Tergnier, leaving us in fear for our lives for the next year until we could leave.
The asp I found in our backyard one spring morning which scared the locals so bad they burned down the meadow - and fried a whole bunch of snakes!
The church bells. How they rang for my friend when he died. 102 times, once for each year of his life. I look forward to seeing you again one of these days.
Those crazy British tourists whom never could drive over a bridge! How many did they haul out of the canal? Dozens.
Our Flemish Giant rabbit we took for walks on a cat leash around town. Yah, it turned a few heads, plus she weighed in at 30 pounds! Just loved peanut butter and oatmeal.
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