After being in Canada for two years, I went to visit my parents in Normandy. I forgot how charming the tiny winding roads, patchwork fields, and stylized houses were. Nestled in the heart of lower Normandy, surrounded by apple laden trees, cows and lush green grass, my parent’s house is the epitome of Normandy living.Continue reading “Travel Bug #3: Normandy for Foodies”
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