From Florence, Italy to Paris, France

I took a flight from Florence to Paris and walked from the metro stop which was located a few minutes from my Airbnb. I was staying in Josephine’s home for nine nights. She was the sweetest lady and rented out her two spare bedrooms. There was a young girl staying in the other room. We all shared the same bathroom.

It was five flights up (no elevator) so I got my exercise.

During my nine night stay Josephine cooked some and her bean soup was delicious! She didn’t speak English and I only knew a few French words, so we would either babble at each other in our own languages and use sign language or use Google translate.

Her baked goods were sinful!

I asked her for a pair of scissors so I could trim my hair and she somehow communicated that she used to be a hairdresser and wanted to do it for me. One day I did laundry in her washer and she wanted to help me hang it to dry. When I returned from exploring she had already folded it for me.

One day I brought her flowers which are in the photo above. She helped with the loneliness of traveling solo and I’ll never forget her kindness.

p.s.  In case you’ve just began reading…I planned an 11 week, 5 European country, 21 accommodations solo trip from April – June of 2022. Photos were taken with my LG Velvet Android phone.

“Boeuf” in Cannes

The first port of call on my 12 night Royal Caribbean Mediterranean cruise was Cannes, France.  I found it to be very pleasant and nice…almost too perfect!  I’m not complaining…it’s just that I like the “unusual” in my travels.  Perhaps not exciting enough…no sense of adventure or mystery.  Anyway, after walking for hours…there were only so many shops we could look in…

  A little cappuccino break…


We stopped at a restaurant and the waitresses couldn’t speak much English.  One of the “specials of the day” was something with boeuf  in it.  The waitress kept enunciating it…boof…and finally I said, “What animal sound does it make?  Moo…Moo?”  She agreed that it made the sound, “Moo…Moo!”  When I lived in Germany for a few years in my early 20’s, learning to communicate was essential.


 Even the flower peddler is smartly dressed…


Some uncut flowers…


French grafitti…they would have to “one up” everyone else!


  You haven’t experienced France unless you’ve sampled some cheese…


Look at the size of that Octopus…


The shoes match the sunglasses…dress…baby carriage and baby!!


Our next destination is one of my favorites…Cinque Terre, Italy! (I hope the clean-up efforts are going well!)