Postcards from France

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The final instalment in my postcards from our European holiday in July.

We were not sure if we would visit France this time around, but made the effort to visit Jean’s family in the south for 4 days.

As a photographer I find an immense amount of pressure upon myself to be taking photographs when I am on holidays.

I used to let it really get to me, to the detriment of my time off, and find myself stressed about getting great photographs of my time to share later on social media and so on.

These days, while I carry my camera with me most of the time. I try to just enjoy the moments as they are, and as a result I only have a few images from our time in France.

We spent two days in Paris so as not to miss our flight home to Brisbane. We mostly just wandered around (our favourite thing to do) and I made sure we visited Jardin Du Luxembourg, as I fell in love with it on our last visit in 2016.

And so, as I mentioned, not many images this time around, but at least I have my memories.

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Europe 2016 - Picnic in Jardin du Luxembourg

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Visiting a Parisian flea market has been on my bucket list for years and years.

So when we made the decision to spend a few days in Paris at the end of our trip, I made it my mission to find a market to visit. Most major markets occur on weekends. However, a good amount of googling revealed Marché D'Aligre, an everyday apart from Monday market, with both fresh produce and a small flea market too.

When travelling, I am not a traditional "wear sneakers, carry a poncho at all times and pay extra for audio tours" type tourist. I always prefer side stepping from the main attractions and pretending to be an actual local. So I made it the plan for our last day in Paris, and of our holiday, to visit Marché D'aligre to buy food for lunch and then catch the Metro to Jardin du Luxembourg to devour our french delights in a luxurious fashion. 

And my oh my, we were in heaven, in awe, in love.

The simple act of displaying the farm produce in wooden crates immediately elevated the markets beyond any status an Aussie market could hope to behold. Not to mention those cute little blackboards with scrawly french and euros... no english words or $ could ever look that good. 

The flea market adjacent to the produce market was also just amazing.. I had to refrain from picking up everything and anything that caught my eye, and made home with a simple french linen tea towel. Next time I plan to spend a full weekend, with an empty suitcase, buying ALL the treasures.

In true ridiculous Hannah fashion, I had bought a picnic rug on the first day of this holiday - the gift shop in Kew Gardens was amazing! So I thought it perfect to lug around on this day so we could lounge around on the grass while eating. 

We set up a beautiful picnic spread on the grass, poured the wine and dug in.. but not before long, a groundsman asked us to move from the grass! Never in my Australian mind would I see any other purpose for a beautiful lawn than to picnic on it. 

Needless to say, we didn't mind so much, simply moving to the nearby seats, using one as a table. 

 

It was perfect. 

 

Beatrice also took beautiful photos of this day and shared on her blog.