Sunday, September 29, 2013

Dreaming of France -- Flying

Please join this weekly meme. Grab a copy of the photo above and link back to An Accidental Blog. Share with the rest of us your passion for France. Did you read a good book set in France? See a movie? Take a photo in France? Have an adventure? Eat a fabulous meal or even just a pastry? Or if you're in France now, go ahead and lord it over the rest of us. We can take it

I am really dreaming of France these days and wishing I could fly away across the Atlantic. 
This is what the screen in the seat back on the plane looks like as we get close to France.
I'm not crazy about flying, but I'm willing to do it to get to the country I love visiting. 
The smell of coffee brewing on the plane would wake me, and I'd open my eyes, slide open the window shade and see neat square fields of brown and cream and green below me. Then I'd know I was above France.

What are you dreaming of this week?

6 comments:

Esme said...

I always dream of flying to France.

Louise said...

Oh me too! Except we come in from the other side. It's always very exciting when you realise France it out of the window.

Sim Carter said...

These days it feels like I can only dream of Paris. Much like Emma in Madame Bovary; coincidentally the subject of my Dreaming of France contribution this week.
PS yes it's about the movie

Jacqui Brown said...

Here is a review of a last trip to Paris, sad, but not too morbid and lots of lovely French descriptions - Paris, Food, Provence and more.

Joy said...

Neat photos! I can't sleep on planes, though, so I'm pretty punchy at that point.

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Anne in Oxfordshire said...

That is one huge advantage about living not far from London (60 miles) , I can go by train to Paris/ France /Europe ...

I was also dreaming but not of France but in French .. absolutely bizarre ,,, and pretty scary , I was standing up in a room full of people , doing a talk in French ,, WHERE did that come from??

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