France – The Curious Traveller

Day 41: Aix-en-Provence In Portrait

Published on April 26, 2020May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman1 Comment

Thursday night was date night. And by date night I mean that my partner and I cooked together and ended up watching TV. Just as we have done most evenings since March 11th.

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Day 37: Just The Other Side Of The Path

Published on April 19, 2020May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman3 Comments

We all lose people every day. A friend emigrates, a partner decides they don’t need us in their life anymore, or we grow apart from someone we used to know very well.

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My Favourite Place: Where Is Yours?

Published on March 21, 2018May 10, 2020 by Rachel Lishman9 Comments

When I returned to Porquerolles in 2015 as an adult I was nervous. Would it live up to my childhood memories?

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Lille’s Historic Façades In Photos

Published on June 7, 2016May 10, 2020 by Rachel Lishman6 Comments

Lille’s complex history is visible in the architecture of its prominent buildings. From the cobbled quarter of Saint André, to the tinted glass of the Euralille shopping centre, a walk through the city tells a story of constant evolution through the diversity of its façades.

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Fuelled By Bubbles: Running La Champenoise, France

Published on June 2, 2016May 10, 2020 by Rachel Lishman8 Comments

I hadn’t expected it to start with a hill. As a lime green man-kini and its host buttocks pulled away up the gravel path, the tiny town of Reuil dropped away behind me, and I puffed my way through the first kilometres of France’s strangest sporting event.

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Cyclists Only For Porquerolles Island In France

Published on June 14, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman11 Comments

We pulled out to sea from behind an angular fortress. Minutes later, white water frothed up the sides of the boat and sharp morning rays glared down on my back.

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All The Wonderful Colours Of Provence, France

Published on June 7, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman12 Comments

If Provence were splashed over an artist’s palette, huge dollops of ochre, greens and blues would run into each other, punctuated by bright dots of violet, yellow and deep, blood red.

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Thursday night was date night. And by date night I mean that my partner and I cooked together and ended up watching TV. Just as we have done most evenings since March 11th.

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We all lose people every day. A friend emigrates, a partner decides they don’t need us in their life anymore, or we grow apart from someone we used to know very well.

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When I returned to Porquerolles in 2015 as an adult I was nervous. Would it live up to my childhood memories?

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Lille’s complex history is visible in the architecture of its prominent buildings. From the cobbled quarter of Saint André, to the tinted glass of the Euralille shopping centre, a walk through the city tells a story of constant evolution through the diversity of its façades.

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I hadn’t expected it to start with a hill. As a lime green man-kini and its host buttocks pulled away up the gravel path, the tiny town of Reuil dropped away behind me, and I puffed my way through the first kilometres of France’s strangest sporting event.

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We pulled out to sea from behind an angular fortress. Minutes later, white water frothed up the sides of the boat and sharp morning rays glared down on my back.

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If Provence were splashed over an artist’s palette, huge dollops of ochre, greens and blues would run into each other, punctuated by bright dots of violet, yellow and deep, blood red.

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