There are many reasons to love France in July. The weather, albeit unpredictable, still doesn't have the harsh heat of August, and in Paris you can feel the anticipation in the population of their August escape from the city. We had planned our first road trip with Jack for the week after our arrival in Paris; a little three-day sojourn in Normandy staying in a chateau that's been family-owned for generations. While the chateau itself was gorgeous and suitably historic (Henry IV slept in our room at one time apparently), and the food and wine suitably sumptuous, we were really there to drive around with the little bloke in our rented Peugeot to see a few of the towns and villages of Normandy. Scooting along a back road between two hamlets, we came across a field of sunflowers that looked all the more startling in the gloom of a rainy afternoon. So we pulled over and took turns scurrying around the field's edge to get a decent vantage while the other minded a sleeping Jack. I've always loved the photos of the Tour de France peloton flashing through fields of sunflowers, and indeed we had missed the Tour's visit to the Le Mans area by just a couple of days, so this was a nice consolation prize. I thought the dark and foreboding tree line in the background accentuated the vibrancy of the flowers, throwing them into even greater relief. I've already printed the shot, and it will be hanging in Casa Milverton inside a week.
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