France. Wow, it seems like ages ago that I was there. Isn't that funny how that happens? It hasn't even been a month since I've been back home, and my journey in France feels almost like a distant dream.
Initially, I was actually hesitant about taking my camera - I already had a super heavy backpacking bag, plus my purse, and I really dislike carrying my clunky camera bag around. And I wondered if I would be too busy touring to bother taking pictures. But I'm glad I did. Looking back on the pictures helps me to remember the little details of my trip that I probably would've forgotten about otherwise. I suppose it's true what they say - a picture's worth a thousand words.
I just about filled up my memory card so I've yet to organize them still. I'll post some up as I go through them. It's nice to be back home, but I certainly do miss certain parts about France - the beautiful rolling countryside, the long summer days, the super-convenient Paris metro system, the fabulous bakery and patio scene, the nutella crepes, the dinner salads... the impeccably-groomed Parisian men. :)
Still, it's good to be home.
