Salut from the Charente region of France, you guys!
I’ve been here in Angouleme for just around eight days now and its starting to finally sink in that I live here (temporarily of course). I’m *mostly* settled in my apartment and studio. I haven’t been getting too lost as I venture into the winding streets of the old town. I already have my go-to-bar (I’ve been there twice) partially because the bar tender assumes that because I’ve lived in Chicago before, I have connections to the mob and hearing his excitement over this is more than worth the price of a glass of wine. I already have a habit of taking my mid-afternoon walk through the city to try and get some exercise (but I’m totally missing the point with the pain au chocolat I buy mid-walk).
Today I bumped into another resident from La Maison Des Auteurs, this super cute girl named Julie, who tried to explain to me that taking a walk through Rue De Herge (a large pedestrian avenue named after Mr. TinTin himself) was ugly and I would be better off spending my time elsewhere. Most of the photos above are from that avenue, which to my untrained eye are so lovely I can hardly stand it.
In many ways it feels a bit like living in Disney world in the off-season. The magic of these beautiful buildings feels a little too thought out to be genuine, especially after having spent a month in suburban Virginia. It seems so unimaginable that someone could live here and take it for granted, feel smothered by it in the same way my home state feels to me now. Her loss, I guess.