There's a few reasons I haven't been posting. A few weeks ago we took a short trip to the Loire valley and visited a lot of chateaux. It was great and I came back with a LOT of pictures, so many that sitting down and organizing them proved to be a task too daunting and time-consuming for this retiree. So they have sat but I didn't post anything else because I thought I should get to them first. The second reason, I guess, is that I haven't really had anything to write about or anything different to post. Bailey and I walk twice a day, every day, but always the same place. She doesn't mind that and I really don't either, but there's not much variety in our routine and a lot of sameness in my pictures.
We do keep fairly busy, however, and have been doing a deep dive in the French medical system (no problems, just getting set up with new doctors and routine exams and tests appropriate for our age). Lille's gay pride event was at the end of May before Pride month even started. We've been to a few concerts at the opera, taken another history walk in another part of town, and gone on a couple of excursions by bus to points along the Deule. Spring still feels like spring. We had a few uncomfortably warm days but nothing like the temps I've seen and heard about back in Kansas and Virginia. The thing I really love about living at a higher latitude is the long days; sunset isn't until 10:00 p.m. and we are still a couple weeks away from summer Solstice.
I will get around to posting the chateau pics from the Loire valley, but for now, here's some of the sameness that we've been enjoying.
Looks like a lilac, but they are done blooming. This is something else.
Our turtle friends. We see them quite often on this spot.
I don't know how long poppy season lasts, but I hope it's all summer.
The Napoleon bridge after dark.
At the Pride event.
We heard that the Pride parade was more political this year.
But, when has Pride NOT been political? Maybe some day.
On a wall on a street in Lille.
The local gay bar.
A stuffed duck at the brewery at the end of our street.