la lune de miel

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

Place Stanislas

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

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About meganbetz

human geography PhD Student at Indiana University; wife, reader, writer, baker, gardener
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