Wordless Wednesday: salade vosgienne

Crossing France

There are two things you see everywhere in France: memorials to those lost in World Wars I and II and crosses.  Some of these crosses are hundreds of years old and they pop up everywhere.  If you were to stop at each one, not only would it take you forever to get anywhere, you’d probably get hit by any number of cars or other vehicles as most of them are right next to the road.  But each one is attractive.  Here’s a small sample for you to enjoy.

Near Raddon-et -Chapendu:

Almost-in-the-street eats

Last year, my s-i-l and U discovered the enchanting town of Plombières-les-Bains (Plombières of the baths, referring to the thermal baths that have been there since Roman times.)  We’ve been there a number of times, generally just in time for lunch by some strange coincidence, usually at the same restaurant, Brasserie Montaigne.  On this day, however, it was closed, as were a number of shops.  There seems to be no set day that restaurants and stores are closed, although many are on Wednesday.  So we were on the hunt for another place to eat.

Just off of the main square, we found the Hotel du Commerce and although it seemed deserted, we inquired inside and found that the restaurant was open.  The owner, a droll man who enjoyed talking to us in French, English, and German (although not at one time), also served us. We sheltered under the umbrella to escape the heat and enjoyed our meal (food, so to speak, for another post) outside, just off the narrow street, the perfect place to get a shot for Challenger’s Choice on Sally’s blog today.

I’m sorry to report that this will be the last time Sally hosts the Mobile Photography Challenge. It’s been a wonderful time and I’ll miss it greatly!  Thanks, Sally for the many wonderful months and years!!

Just so you don’t think you’re being neglected, I’ll be busy and out of fast internet range for the next few days. Hope your week gets off to a great start.

 

Silent Sunday…French still life

France…a walk in the woods

The road leading off the main road continues past the “driveway” to my s-i-l’s house, past another house, and into the forest where, however, it becomes a trail rather than a road.  It’s the perfect place for a walk: past piles of cut trees, ant hills, another house, alongside the meadow, flowers everywhere, ancient stones covered with moss.  Perhaps there’s a bit of Celtic magic somewhere as well.

Friday Flowers…French meadow

Most of my time in France is spent either in the country or small towns, so I have lots of photos of flowers, plants, and landscapes.  This beautiful bit of meadow was not far from my s-i-l and b-i-l’s house.

Thursday Doors: Raddon-du-Chapendu

A number of trips my s-i-l and I took while I was in France started out over the same roads and we turned at this spot several times before I asked my s-i-l to stop so I could take a couple of door shots.  Raddon-du-Chapendu is in Bourgogne-Franche-Comté, but the only articles I can find about it are in either French or English, so I’m not including a link.  Sorry about that.  I love these very old buildings, doors, and doors within doors!

You can visit Norm’s blog to see the beautiful doors he features this week.  You’ll also find a blue link critter that will take you to the other door posts for the week.