We spent this past weekend in the tiny village of Nieurlet where Laurent’s dad grew up. Laurent’s grandparents have both passed away but the house is still in the family. The village is about 1,000 people, so there isn’t much to do, which made for a very relaxing weekend. I spent a lot of time reading Paris Match and playing with Louis in the garden. We had friends come with their three kids (6, 4 and 5 months) and they stayed with us Saturday night. We ate croque monsieur and croque madame, homemade spaghetti and meatballs, salted butter, farm fresh eggs from the neighbor, croissants and pain de compagne. The first rays of spring finally graced the north of France on Saturday afternoon, and by Sunday morning, it was just warm enough to have both breakfast and lunch on the pick-nick table in the back yard. Sunday afternoon we went on a short bike ride in the countryside. What a lovely weekend, and what a change from how life was not even a month ago!
Weekend in Nieurlet