Guerande

I had the great pleasure of following Nathalie and Emmanuel to this quaint, Medieval town Sunday. Most of the buildings are still intact, the ramparts still enclose the town and it really does feel like stepping back in history a little bit. The only thing that would've made it more perfect was a huge Medieval-style dress. But I don't think I would've fit in very well. Nathalie is just as much in love with it as I was. She walked around staring up the whole time.

Here, I ate the best crepe of my life. I know I say that every time I try a new one, but I'm serious this time. A caramel crepe with a scoop of caramel ice cream. Seriously now--it tops all. Although, I have to say, I felt a little judged when I was scraping up all the caramel. Granted, I was pretty close to taking the paint off the plate, but, try to understand. Come to think of it--I can't even remember what I had for the actual meal...

Anyways, the reason why I was ready to take a bite out of that plate was because the caramel is made with the salt cultivated in Guerande. So, real butter+real sea salt=fantastic caramel. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera, so I can't show you, but I got to see the banks where they um..."harvest?" salt. It was pretty gray and cold, and no one was out, but it's still pretty cool. We drove around the coast for about an hour and I listened to a French version of Papa. Emmanuel knows his history!

And Nathalie knows her fashion. She explained that stripes became a huge thing in fashion last year and everybody wore them. She doesn't know why, but the style kind of died out this year. I know why! After being at RES for K-6, seven years of red, brown, and blue stripes (by the time I left the red was more orange than red), for a long time after, I wanted to throw up upon seeing a stripe. Imagine seeing stripes on people EVERYWHERE. Barf.