After two satisfying weeks with Stephanie’s family, we were on a plane, flying home to San Francisco. It’s funny because it was at exactly the same time last year—almost to the day—that we boarded the Hanjin Palermo for the final leg of our journey around the world. That we’ve been back in the US for a year—a year!—did not go unobserved.
Together with her mom and aunt, Stephanie and I took the narrow-gauge Train des Pignes to visit the medieval walled city of Entrevaux. After stopping first to visit the town of Annot, we arrived in Entrevaux just in time for lunch. In true French fashion, our basic three-course meal at L’Auberge du Planet stretched out over two hours, leaving us less than an hour to explore before our train left for Nice. So we neglected the citadel perched high above the town, preferring instead to wander in the shade of Entrevaux’s narrow streets. Which was all well and good, as it was blazing hot that day.
Last Thursday, Stephanie and I set off on our annual pilgrimage to France. In the hopes that we’d acclimate to the nine hour time zone difference sooner, we spent the week before the trip waking up two hours earlier than usual, and then four hours earlier on the day of our flight. But of course we couldn’t just sit around the house in the dark waiting for the sun to rise. Which explains why we were wandering around San Francisco at 4am.
I was wrong. Turns out Virgin America doesn’t need a darkroom onboard for me to post film photos from the air—if they were taken on a previous flight! I’m presently headed to New York for business, but these were shot a few weeks ago en route to Indiana for my grandmother’s 90th birthday celebration.