I spent half of the summer of 2021 in Lille, France, where I was interning at a local company.
Interestingly, the legal drinking age in France is eighteen, which meant that I could go to bars. My roommates brought me to one.
The Lille city center very much has an “old European city” kind of vibe to it.
Weather permitting, there’s an open-air used book market in the courtyard of the old merchant’s hall. I didn’t buy any, because I don’t know French, so a French-language book would make for a rather silly purchase. On warm summer evenings, there’s also dancing in the town square.
It would be a bit excessive to show every single pastry that I had in France, but waffles are the local speciality in Lille. Most people associate waffles with Belgium, but Lille is right across the border, in the historical region of French Flanders.
There is a notable Sunday market in Wazemmes, a part of Lille.
I had dinner a couple of times at the local estaminets, or small cafés. Apparently a local favorite dish is called the Welsh, but it has little to do with Wales. It’s basically a bowl of molten cheese with bits of stuff in it. I elected not to try it.
I tried to send a postcard to Annabel before I left, but the US Postal Service managed to lose it (after sending a picture of it to my mom, who had signed up for some kind of mail certification service).
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