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Where in Rennes

Where in Rennes

It’s raining. I can hear the click of heels on the cobblestones as people brush by me. All of us trying to get to where we’re going, heads down, umbrellas up. The road is small and the buildings, monuments to a rich history, are close together. I continue walking, sometimes with and sometimes against the crowd, until suddenly, the buildings open up. There I am, La Place Sainte-Anne. The medieval façades are made more beautiful by the spring shower; even in the rain, perhaps especially in the rain, Rennes in the most beautiful city.

There is no specific place in Rennes that I feel most connected to, it is the whole city that I am drawn to. I may have only lived there for half a year, but a piece of my heart with be there forever. 

 

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A True Saint

A True Saint

In 300 years, if people were to look back on my life and decide that I was to be named the patron saint of something, I think that something would be la douleur exquise. This is a French term that is most accurately translated as, “the pain of wanting someone you cannot have.”

Like many women, I find myself always wanting things that I cannot or should not have. I do love my life and those in it, but after traveling to France, there are things that I want to do, people that I want to be with… However, I’ve gotten really good at talking myself out of those things and into realizing what blessings I do have.