It’s not quite alpine flower season, here in Dublin, but that hasn’t stopped flowers from blooming and blossoming across the city.
The blooms aren’t as intense as Portland roses in the spring, but my lord I’ve enjoyed getting to wander and appreciate the beauty. There’s so many different types; I debating trying to enumerate all the blooms that I saw, but I got overwhelmed pretty quickly – Instead, I’ll simply let this small selection speak for themselves. The parks of Dublin can easily stand on their own merit without my commentary.
Thursday, 18-July-2024, through Wednesday, 24-July-2024
Astute readers may have noticed a peculiarity in my last few posts.
They lack flowers.
I do enjoy photographing flowers – they’re colorful, they’re pretty, and they generally have interesting little details that make them fun to look at up close and magnified. It’s a habit I picked up years and years ago, when I would do solo hikes and want to bring back pictures that a partner could use as references for her art… but now, I continue searching them out because they simply make me exceptionally happy. Both in the moment, and when reviewing photos later on and seeing those that come out just right.
Zermatt has tons of flowers – and I was fortunate enough to arrive just in time for the alpine blooms throughout the valley! Likely made even more spectacular due to my adventures, traversing between different elevations, allowing me the opportunity to see different blooming strata.
In short – I got one or two photos that I’m extremely proud of. Please – sit back, relax, and enjoy what I bring to you, my dearest readers, from the mountains of the Swiss alps. In, on, and around the beautiful town of Zermatt.
Thursday, 04-July-2024 through Saturday, 06-July-2024
My plan for France was to stay in a small town called Cassis, that I’d visited before in 2014 as a climbing trip with a whole group of friends. It was a lovely town; small, touristy, and that grand combination of authentic feeling, but also welcoming. My Mom and Stepdad would be joining me for a bit over a week, and we’d adventure, vacation, and test the waters of group international travel.
I’d found a good place to stay, then went looking for plane tickets… but found that they wouldn’t quite work out with the dates in mind – In the end, it all shook out that I’d arrive two days early, and find a spot to stay in Marseille.
It complicated things, to be sure, but I wasn’t against the complication – it gave me the opportunity to relax a bit, in a spot that I didn’t feel pressured to spend a lot of energy exploring, and just rest and catch up on photos, this blog, and do a bit of reading.
Allauch was the ideal spot for this, and I’d found an ideal bed and breakfast in that ideal spot.
I stayed, I relaxed in the garden, and had breakfast at the B&B itself. I grabbed elevensies at a bakery nearby, generally skipped lunch in favor of a nap (and the food from elevensies), and then had dinner at a nearby pizza place, ironically run by a guy who’d just finished his MBA in Dublin – though not at the same school I’m going to.
It was, simply put, absolutely lovely.
Nearly infinite flowers, lovely warm weather that just bordered on hot, and streets that seemed designed specifically for wandering. And, of course, amazing food!
Le fournil de la Pounche – Amazing bakery, and they put up with my absolutely mediocre French with far more patience than I ever expected.
Venchi Pizza – Amazing pizzeria, sort of a town pizza place like “<Blank> house of pizza” back in New England. But… you know, better pizza. I ate in both times I visited, and was the only one staying in to eat – but it was really fun getting to chat with the folks working the oven!
