Photos from my weekend in Muskoka. My girlfriend has a cottage on a small island in Severn Lake, a refurbished fishing lodge built in the 1800s. I always forget how much I enjoy spending time outdoors.
Paris
My sister is moving to France in October for an internship at a local bakery in Yssingeaux, a small town just outside of Lyon. She's currently in college for Baking & Pastry Arts, and part of the curriculum is gaining experience by actually working in a bakery, hotel, or restaurant in the city of your choice, which is pretty brilliant if you ask me. In a few weeks my family and I are heading there to meet her host family and explore the region. The upcoming trip is making me reminisce about my last time in France: a short layover in Paris last spring.
Although we were only in Paris for a day, we managed to see quite a bit of the city. We had morning croissants at Paul (necessary), had café au laits in a beautiful corner bistro, ordered macarons at Ladurée (even more necessary), perused my favourite store Colette, and spent the afternoon visiting the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, and having dinner across the Siene in the Right Bank by Notre Dame. I can still taste the freshly baked croissants and baguettes.
