Dans un film français, très connu
et très aimé, Bienvenu chez les Cht'is,
on trouve une conversation très significative: le personnage principal cherche
des renseignements sur "Le Nord" et lui explique un panorama déplorable....que
termine par la phrase "C'est le Nord, mon fils...Le Nord!"
Cet été, au lieu de continuer de supporter
la chaleur de l'Espagne méditerranéenne, nous avons fait un voyage "au
Nord". Oui, il pleuvait, il faisait 17 C, mais c'était tellement beau. En
bas, certaines images de cette expérience inoubliable...
Et bien sûr, on va retourner,
plus tôt que prévu.
There is a lovely French movie, "Welcome to the country of the Cht'is" (apparently a dialect in Northern France). The main character is posted to a small town on the North and before leaving, he visits a close relative who paints him a desperate picture of the life there. The conversation ends with the self-explanatory phrase: "This is the North, my son....The North !"
This summer, instead of prolonging the continued Spanish Mediterranean "self-barbeque", we decided to head off to "the North". Yes, it was raining and sometimes it was 17C ( in August in Spain!!!), but it was lovely ! Below, some short glimpses from this unforgettable experience...
With the promise to return whenever we can....
Gijon, the port
Gijon, the beach
It's not Ireland, no ! It's Spain, old city of Gijon !
Santillana del Mar, the castle
Plaza Mayor, Santillana del Mar
Burgos
apparently it's pink....
The Cathedral of Burgos
a real jewel !
How nice is to have five minutes for the morning news !
