|We were greeted by the Honfleur harbour as we negotiated the cobbled stoned laneways to our home for the next three nights.|
|These doors were the entrance to our accommodation - very quaint!|
|And this was the stairway to our little Hobbit house.|
|Looking out of our Hobbit house, we observed the other little homes in this enclave of little places of serenity.|
|Architecture in Normandy is so different from Provence, Languedoc, Dordogne and the Loire. We'd travelled so far, seen so many things. Each new region had unique characteristics. Normandy had its own personality|
|Churches and Cathedrals don't look like this in our earlier travels - this one was unique.|
|I don't think you could ever become bored with walking the streets and laneways of Honfleur. Each corner offers a new experience.|
|These buildings rise five to six levels yet on the other side they are only two or three levels due to the incline of the land.|
|This cafe ran jazz and blues nights - we ate twice at a resturaunt directly opposite and had the same courses because they were so great. Lamb Shanks yummy, it was just like home in winter.|
|It is said that one should stop to small the roses occasionally - Well Sue decided that Honfluer had the best smelling weeds and a very nice Faux Florist shop.|
|My very favourite heroine, Jean d'Arc said hello.|
|The half wooden houses in Normandy make great photographic material.|
Pissaro, Renoir and Cezanne are among the many that brought their easels to Honfleur.
Even in modern times this charming harbour village still draws artists as we experienced during our walks.
Honfleur claims as their sons, landscape painter Eugene Boudin and composer Erik Sate.
|Who doesn't love a rooftop garden. These thatch roof houses had the most beautiful gardens both on and above the ground.|
|I just love a creative Deux Chevaux, Don't you?|
Over our days in Honfleur we took a few drives into the country side and also across to Le Havre. The city being a major French port, was bombed badly during the war and now is quite a modern city. We walked the beachside and enjoyed lunch at a side street cafe but it didn't hold the interest that Honfleur offered. Our time was drawing to a close in France. We had travelled from Paris to Provence, Languedoc, the Midi Pyrenees, The Tarn, and the Dordogne before moving on to the Loire and Normandy. It was time to return to Paris for a week in an apartment in the 6th. Another week would see us back home in Melbourne.