Nearly a year after our return, I stole an afternoon to scan the film photographs I took last year, during our first year of marriage–our honeymoon year in France. Like the bleeding, blurring, fading feeling of these photographs, the year seems endlessly far away, a moment that I’ll always feel shaped everything our marriage will become.
Here are some highlights.
la gare | the train station
la fac des lettres | the humanities campus of the university (view from my office)
une maison | a house, in theart nouveau style our town was famous for
le jardin | the garden, my friend’s backyard
les volets verts | the house with green shutters
les gargouilles au Palais Ducal | the gargoyles on the Duke’s Palace
la Porte de la Craffe | the Craffe Gate, a Medieval prison
mon homme, mon mari | my husband
moi, la femme | me, the wife