This summer my friend Emma moved from The Hague back to France. It's such a shame, I miss her.
Lucky she isn't living to far from the Belgium border. Sunday morning at 7.30 I took the car and drove to Vendeuil. It's 'only' 370 km, but the first time on my own driving through three countries. Even more excited because how it would be at the border, because of the terrible attacks in Paris, they said they would 'close' the borders. Well not to much troubles, I think my sewing stuff and dutch food seemed pretty harmless. Although I felt a little bit uncomfortable with the soldiers, police all around.
Emma and I spend some lovely days together with lots of talking, sewing, walking Bailey, shopping, going to the french bakery and visit San Quentin. It's amazing how much you can do in a few days. We really have to plan our next visit. And I know it sound a little bit stupid, but I felt very proud that I did it, driving all the way on my own.
Here is an impression of my days in France.