Ten Day #Travel Challenge: Day 3.

My friend, Joni Caggiano, poet, writer and photographer, nominated me to participate in the “Ten Day Travel Challenge.” The ‘rules’ are that participants post a photograph each day for ten days without disclosing the location, and nominate 10 others to engage with this challenge if they so desire. I’m a rule breaker by nature and also enjoy indulging my curiosity, so I’m bending those ‘rules’. I’ll ‘invite’ a new participant each day, but not inform them personally. I’m interested to see how far the news will travel without deliberate action from me. So, one picture (unidentified), one invitee, ten days.
Also, I’ll post the normal ‘Today’s Pictures’, all from the Forest of Dean, as part of this series over the next ten days.

Reflections in the mirror calm surface of a fishing pond in the Forest of Dean
Even in winter, the leaves can add colour.

Today, I invite my online friend, Alisen, whose work can be found here.

22 thoughts on “Ten Day #Travel Challenge: Day 3.

  1. Some where in France, I’m betting. I’ve hardly been there, but if it weren’t for the city in the background I would have guessed Versailles. My daughter would know, she lived in Paris for a summer and traveled.

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              1. French… but I would guess his ancestry to be of southern extraction from his colouring. It was a long, long time ago…about forty years… but that restaurant was a favourite haunt…without the waiters… and I met some wonderful people up there over the years.

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                1. Our visit was part of a walk the city tour, which we took with a lovely lady called Chantelle. We were a small party, Valerie and I, a lady from north London, and an American couple; he was about as obnoxious as they come, she was embarrassed but charming.

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                  1. I met some lovely people up near the restaurant,usually because they needed somthineg translated from the then all French menu… and often ended up dining with them before taking them on a walking tour of the city. I made some good friends that way and got to speak English for the evening.

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                    1. Your French, Sue, is clearly significantly superior to mine! I can just about get by, but Valerie’s a better linguist. We travelled to Arras whilst in France, and, having visited the war memorial were on our way back to the railway station when the heavens opened. We saw a French woman dash from her car as we were trying to find shelter, so followed her into a local bistro. We had the best meal of our fortnight in there. They spoke no English, but Valerie’s French got us not only served, but respected. And the local house wine was delicious!

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                    2. I’ll bet it had a ‘routiers’ sign on the door. It makes it equivalent of the transport caf’ here… but with a totally different level of cuisine.
                      I took to French like a duck to water, and ended up marrying a Frenchman too, so it had to be good.

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