Tag: france travel


  • Somewhere on the side of the road in France — where my ex-husband and ex-father-in-law were busy daring each other to touch an electric fence (because apparently adulthood is optional), and I was over here making friends with a very handsome horse. He walked right up like, “Finally, someone with sense.” Honestly, same.

  • Palace of Versailles (2019) — where the halls were shoulder-to-shoulder, everyone had a selfie stick, and my patience was hanging by a thread dipped in gold leaf. So I did the only sane thing: I looked up. And somehow captured the one moment, in the entire palace, where another human being wasn’t in the frame.…