Day & Night in Honfleur...

First of all, a huge thank you for your lovely and warm responses to my last post. I so appreciate you taking the time to read the post and share your thoughts. It's this kind of connection that makes blogging such a wonderful experience and why I have no intention of stopping.

Now for this post. I can hardly believe it's already over a month ago that we took a break in Honfleur. Time is flying, it's October, the days are getting shorter, the air crisper and sitting outside with a glass of chilled wine seems like a distant memory. Editing my own, private images has taken a backseat to working on clients' projects, hence it's taking me way longer to get my photos ready for the blog than ever before... 

So, back at the beginning of September, we jumped into our car (ok, loaded it up, triple checked we had our passports and locked the front door before finally setting off) and made our way over to Normandy. With our house purchase, long and flashy holidays are not exactly on our list of financial priorities (not that any of us really 'do' flashy anyway, but you get what I mean) and Honfleur is close enough to drive yet far away enough to really get away for a little while. It's also a place we've been before, that feels familiar and friendly to us. It's as full of clichés as it is with tourists - I guess that's the drawback to being in relative close proximity to the UK - but it's still a place we love. The old town and harbour, the proximity to the sea, the food and of course being in France, it all feels like home from home. 

Monsieur had found us the sweetest apartment in the - of course - artists' quarter of the old town which was absolutely perfect for our stay. With views over the roofs and towards the hills from our bed, waking up in the morning was a slow and relaxed affair and I could have stayed in bed with the window open for half of the day. Of course I didn't as I don't tend to take a break from home just to stay in bed somewhere else. No, I need to get out and about. So instead of whiling away hours in bed, we spent our time exploring car boot sales on the weekend, going for a walk up the famous coastline of Étretat, rummaging through every last brocante I could locate, slowly wandering round the small streets and eating. Yes, there was a lot of eating involving an awful lot of seafood...

Days started with a relaxed breakfast and spent without any particular aim are something I rarely afford myself since I've gone freelance. So I was determined to make the most of the ones we had on this occasion. None of the things we did were particularly planned. It was simply a case of waking up, looking out of the window to determine what the weather was doing and deciding what we wanted to do for the next few hours. If we changed our minds, we would ditch our plans. Ah, the beauty of being on holiday, of spending days being aimless without guilt, watching people going about their daily business, taking in views of beautiful buildings, listening to music played by a local band and drinking cidre. Possibly the one single aim I had was to take some night time shots of the old harbour which was the one reason I had brought my tripod along. Honfleur harbour at night: back to the cliché then - albeit a very lovely one I'd say. 

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