Souffle Sorrow.

Sometimes I forget who I am and instead live in an idyllic fantasy world. I forgot myself today while sitting on a patio in the sunshine, sipping my glass of wine, eating a broccoli and goat cheese souffle and reading Fitzgerald. After sharing some witty banter in French with the waitress I was feeling completely sophisticated and worldly. In my self-satisfaction I took an overly ambitious bite of my salad and as I struggled with the massive piece of lettuce half in my mouth I simultaneously let my book slide of the table and dropped my fork on the foot of a truly classy old French woman. ohhhhh riiiiiight. I'm actually a lanky, clumsy as all get out, silly American girl playing make-believe games. Damn you france for never letting me forget it! 

In other news, today is my last (tragic!) day in Angers, this beautiful little city I've come to know and love. After strolling around the Saturday market, looking over the Maine River from the top of the chateau and treating myself to that fateful (though delicioussss) lunch of souffle and wine, I'm feeling quite sentimental about leaving this place. I'm trying to hold every image in my head, but know I'll lose many of them. I truly cannot believe that today I will go to Super U (the grocery store I frequent daily) for the last time, or ride the bus into town for the last time, or get drinks at Baroque for the last time and see the city--white-washed walls illuminated in the afternoon sunlight--for the very last time. This place has been very good to me, and I'm so thankful for the experience and the people I've had the immense pleasure to meet along the way. Thank you Angers, I wish I could take you with me. 

 The Foch Fountain at night...

[Almost] all my favorite people at the fountain by the foot of the cathedral stairs. Love and will miss you all.

All photos stolen from the beautiful and talented Ms. Natalie Baird.