Germans are getting goofy with their World Cuppery. It’s kind of nice to see them cut loose and blow off some steam.
Not a whole lot of progress on the bridge to report since last time. At the south terminus you can see the nice new interlocking stones forming the base of the future sidewalls.
So I’ll leave you with a nice scene from the bridge instead of of the bridge.
Sarah was making her excellent bacon leek risotto this evening, which calls for chicken broth, a homemade batch of which was waiting in the freezer. She was bringing it to a simmer, getting ready to add it by the ladlefull to the rice and leeks and stuff when she found she couldn’t get the lid off the saucepan. Continue reading
Whenever I tell someone we spent the weekend in Italy’s Lake Como region, they always ask if we saw George Clooney.
Well, we didn’t. But we had a swell time even without him.
There are a lot of churches to see in Northern France. We stayed in Saint-Riquier, which has a sizable abbey and a big white church in the center of town. A short drive away is the Cathedral at Amiens. A little further back East is Reims, renowned for the coronations of French kings. Of course, there’s also Mont Saint-Michel, but we’ll have to save that one for a future visit — Omaha Beach was about as far west as we could handle from our gîte in Picardy. Continue reading
Just out back from our gîte there was a British cemetery and memorial with graves from both World Wars and several continents. We saw signs for British cemeteries all throughout the region.
We devoted the next day to the D-Day landing beaches in Normandy, and the museum in Bayeux. It was a long drive, and it took us through a very smelly section of Le Havre. The trade off was a trip up and down their nifty bridge. Continue reading
At long last we returned triumphantly to France!
This time, however, it was not to Provence (surprise!), but to completely new-to-us turf: the north. After a rough week for both of us, we packed into the car early Saturday morning and headed off to Cologne for our first stop on the way to our week in Northern France. Continue reading
We’re on vacation, hooray! It’s been a stressful, busy couple of months in the Regensblog household, so we needed a little getaway. We wanted somewhere that we could get to with our car and that wouldn’t require more than one week’s of travel time. We settled on northern France, the regions of Somme and Picardie, right on the Belgian border.
Sounds idyllic, right? Well, so far so good. The trip was uneventful, the accommodations are even lovelier than the pictures made them seem and the surroundings are quite charming. Here’s the problem:
We’re not sure what to do here.
I couldn’t find crap for suggestions in my usual resources, Frommer’s and Lonely Planet. We’re close enough to go to Normandy and look at the D-Day sites for a day trip, and we’ll definitely pop in to Amiens and maybe even Reims for some architecture gawking, but if there is good stuff closer to where we are, I’d like to know about it. So here I am, asking the blogosphere: do you have experience in Picardie? Any can’t-miss activities? We are open to suggestion!
I was in Iași again the last weekend of April 2014. I was there for a long time — nine days, which might be a new record for me — between two holiday weekends, and staying there over a weekend, which usually isn’t necessary. Romania, as we discovered last fall, isn’t particularly foreign-tourist-friendly. And I try not to obligate my work people to spend more of their free time with me than, say, one evening once per visit. But the team surprised me with an exciting day trip around the region, including all new stuff for me to experience.
I’ve been visiting Iași since November 2006. I’ve eaten at most of the restaurants you’d take a visiting foreigner who likes local cuisine. On Friday afternoon they said “bring a jacket (in case it rains), comfortable shoes, and your camera. Be ready at 9:00 sharp Sunday morning out front at your hotel.” Mysterious! I had no idea this was going to be a roadtrip through Northeastern Romania — or a wide swath of it, anyways. Continue reading
I’d been away from Regensburg on business to Iași the last part of April. I was keen to see what progress had been made in my absence. So we went out for a stroll. Continue reading
The title means “Happy Easter, Iași!”
I’ve been visiting Iași on a regular basis now for coming up on 8 years and I must say, this is the prettiest it’s ever looked. Continue reading