Monday, June 3, 2013

Vernon, France



It was interesting driving from the south to the north of France and seeing the differences in architecture as we went. In Vernon, a town on the banks of the Seine where we stopped for lunch, many of the buildings are in the half-timbered style that made Mom ask if we were in fact actually in England. For several hundred years, the region did change hands between France and England, and it's not surprising that there are blends of words and names and structures in the region. The Norman castle dates to the beginning of the 13th century.



Lunch was not successful, unfortunately; for me it was the encounter with the infamous andouillette and for Mom a delicious but equally deadly omelette that had her in some distress for several days afterwards. John seemed to escape without harm. It's a pretty town though, and very close to Giverny. You could stay here and take a day trip to Monet's garden, or sit by the banks of the Seine and paint the river like he did.


I did most of the driving during this trip, for which I thank Mom and John heartily. I like driving, and I like being able to go places down narrow roads that the buses don't run on. It's always frustrating when traveling by bus or train to see interesting things to either side and not be able to turn off and explore. Of course, I think Mom and John might have gotten frustrated at some of my unilateral side-swerving decisions, but we did end up seeing some interesting places on the way. Sometimes two or three times, when the GPS and I had a difference of opinion as to which way we should go next and we looped back on the twisty country roads.

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