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France & Nantes
A Slow Weekend in Nantes
Two days, no plans, and the small geography of a city I'm learning to call mine.
May 03, 20265 min read
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Saturday: Talensac
I go to the market the way some people go to church. The aisles are wet from melting ice, the oysters arranged like a quiet argument for the sea. I buy too much bread. I always do.
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Sunday: the Loire at dusk
There's a bench near the Île de Nantes where the light turns the water pink for about eleven minutes. I have started to time it. I don't know why.
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