Grey skies shine in Angers

If you read my original list of spots to visit, you'll notice Angers was missing. Not for any particular reason. I suppose I overlooked it when plotting my travels as a city of no import. The funny thing about places, people or objects you deem to be of no import is that you're usually wrong. And usually you don't discover your error until it's too late.

Perhaps it was my middling experience in Bordeaux that made me eager to love again. You know when someone breaks your heart so badly, any rebound seems like the love of your life?

Or maybe Angers was just that cool. Under threatening grey clouds it shone brightly as a jewel in France's ample crown.

Angers is a medieval town. The core is a historical centre with cobbled streets and colourful window boxes. Nothing new there. What struck me was the seaside essence of the town despite being an inland river city.

It had a dull vibrancy. Where Lyon was awash with yellows and pinks, Angers wowed with shades of beige. The odd camelia or daffodil would pop out to remind you that you're not living in sepia.

But I didn't mind living in sepia. It felt safe. Comfortable. And though the city bustled passed me, I could get lost in its folds and get reprieve from my overthinking brain, if only for an afternoon.

Ta ta for now,

Olivia