Hotel Trianon

On the upper level of Le Tréport, we noticed these stairs. They looked out of place, surrounded by a stunning vista but seemingly going nowhere.

It turns out that they were once part of Hotel Trianon, a grand hotel turned WW1 British Military Hospital. Later, during WW11 the German forces bombed the site. All that was left are the stairs we see today.

Here are some photos I took of display boards, to help imagine how the site looked decades ago.

Bonne journée!

Marla

Le Tréport Funiculaire

Take a (free) ride up or down Le Tréport’s funicular, which joins the upper and lower parts of the town. The ride, at less than 2 minutes, cuts through a tunnel in the cliff on a 155 metre long track.

I’m sure that fans of the Scandi-noir styled French cop drama Witnesses (or Les Témoins) will recognise the funicular.

I loved that program and really hope a third season is filmed. Fingers crossed.

Bonne journée!

Marla

The Meditation

Times are scary. Unpredictable and stifling with a dose of terror. Many people are turning to different types of self care to offset the negativity.

Like meditation, for example.

Personally, meditation hasn’t ever worked for me. My brain hasn’t figured out how to shut up.

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The Trees Are Alive With Music

I’ve got a couple of really exciting trips planned for the coming year. They’ll inevitably be cancelled though, because of the impending apocalypse COVID-19.

In my attempt to avoid people (surprisingly easy for a non-peopley person such as myself) I’ve been spending time going through my Google albums. I found this short clip of a musical tree at Les Jardins d’Etretat, which you may remember me posting about last week, and thought I’d share it with you.

Cute, non? It was a nice treat to find in an already magical garden.

Bonne journée!

Marla

E is for .. Les Jardin d’Etretat

While based in Bayeux, we decided to take a day trip along the coast in our rental car. One of the stops we made was in Etretat to check out the beautifully manicured Jardin d’Etretat and its quirky face installations that I’d seen online.

An added bonus was the view of the famous ‘Needle’ rock cliff, made famous (to me, anyway) by Claude Monet.

Speaking of Mr. Monet, I learned that a woman who once owned the house of the garden was good friends with him and he used to visit her regularly.

I very much enjoyed this recreation of the famous painter doing what he did best.

Say fromage!

Bonne journée!

Marla