Since then, the children have now grown up and started their own families so they don’t have the time to come to the Normand house anymore. This is a cause of great sadness for the eldest who are afraid to see this tradition ends.
Today, time seems to stand still in the Norman house : old children books are shelved and floral wallpapers have not been unglued. Everything seems to have remained the same as if the house was still inhabited and that its occupants would be back soon.
One day, one of the young couples of the family decided to invite some friends over for the weekend. And so, on a Saturday morning of October, nine people sat down at a breakfast table set by their lovely hosts.
Not everyone knew each other, some met through Instagram, others had common friends. Most of them came from different countries : USA, Slovakia, England, Singapore, Italy and France. But, what they had in common was that they all lived in Paris. It was in these unlikely circumstances that they were going to get to know each other at the heart of Norman countryside.
During the weekend, these new friends took advantage of all the little pleasures of life like running through fields laughing, picking some berries, playing in the puddles with their Wellies on or picking up fallen leaves.
It turned out that the Norman house was not that far from civilization because Deauville was just around the corner. The friends took this opportunity to stroll in the streets and admire the beautiful half-timbered houses. Then they tasted the joy of Indian summer on a near deserted beach where they felt like children again picking shells, doing jumping competitions, crab fights and umbrella throwing…
In the evening, the friends had a drink in front of a spectacular sunset and then went to Trouville to eat some good mussels and French fries in the famous restaurant Les Vapeurs. This dream day finished by an improvised memorable dancing party that lasted well into the night.
The next day, the weather and the atmosphere were bad-tempered; rain came back like an echo to the friends’ moral whose hearts were heavy to have to leave this dream Normand house and go back to their Parisian routine.
They will never forget how generous their hosts were and how warm the Norman house was. They had fantastic bucolic, gastronomical weekend full of memories, laughs and emotions.
The only think they could think of is when come back as quickly as possible to this charming house full of memories where they built their own. They even claimed ownership of the rooms their slept in, they feel like home now.
P.S. the pictures I’m on have been taken by Hana from Journey Into La Ville Lumière. You can read her post about or Norman weekend here.