“Bonjour ma petit filous”…and other such French ramblings

23Jun10

OK so my French certainly aint up to scratch but despite all that, I packed my bags and took myself and the fella off on a rather remote holiday to France. We decided that in order to avoid any holidaying disappointment, such as Swedish ash clouds and Greek riots, we would choose a destination based on whether or not we could get there entirely of our own volition and on an increasingly tight budget (hard times!). So we chose the beautiful Island of Ile De Re just off the west coast of France.

When I say we arrived in Ile de Re on our own volition, I speak the truth dear reader. With our own two feet via an early morning taxi to St Pancras, a Eurostar across the Channel, a high-speed rail down to La Rochelle, and a coach-ride over a bridge to our Island destination. From the bus stop it was a bit of a trek with our bags to our new home for the week, which was a rather delightful and rather secluded little campsite in the forest. If I wanted to I could quite safely claim, that we were actually a couple of eco-warriors turning our backs on the modern low-cost airline style getaway – but I’m afraid that wasn’t our initial intention (though that was quite a nice bonus!).

Camping is certainly one way to feel as if you’re living in a country rather than holidaying there. And I feel that after only a week we really got a taste of what it would be like to be a resident of Ile de Re…pretty relaxing for starters and oh so quiet. Now I get to the fashion bit, as while I’m running away with myself, this is not a travel blog. While I was there I did my darndest to keep up appearances and try to embody that French je ne sais quoi. Whether I succeeded or not, I have no idea, but I certainly wore an awful of a lot of Breton stripes!

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