Remember when I posted with some regularity and timeliness? I think I’ll try doing that again. C’est parti!
Across the Loire River from Nantes is Trentemoult, a tiny fishing village turned utopic bobo enclave, which is easily accessed by the Navibus (part of Nante’s impressive five-boat fleet!). Everything is either hand-painted or bejeweled or unkempt and it’s really quite a charming place.
The importance of this street? Back in September, when I first arrived in Nantes, a friendly, well-intentioned Spaniard who lived on my dorm floor, would greet anyone entering the communal kitchen just next to his room with a booming “BOJU” [sic], which, in my opinion, is much, much better than any humdrum “bonjour.” Just like une boîte aux lettres (‘letterbox’) that is truly une boîte…aux lettres (‘letter box’)! Or a walk down the street that turns into a game of hopscotch! Or a tasty dessert crêpe that is actually three tasty dessert crêpes (with a shot of espresso)! C’est la vie trentemousine!