A Stone Lion

Mark Twain called it "the saddest and most moving piece of rock in the world."
He wasn't wrong.
Before the throngs of Asian tourists descended we got lucky and had the whole place to ourselves.
For almost half an hour on that cool morning with the fog just beginning to lift and autumn colored leaves floating gently into the pond, almost in slow motion, it felt like a solitary place.
It felt like a privilege to be there to witness the quietness of that grove while a sleepy city was waking up all around us.
Also it gave us the chance to set up our camera on a bench and get one precious timer picture of the two of us alone there.
And just like that, we were crowded out by tourists.
Which we are not, because we live here.
Also, I drank from the mouth of a fish.


  1. Amazing! I love every picture you post. Although, Travis mentioned we are around 20ish days until you come home!...I couldn't be more excited. I know that you're soaking in every moment and I can't wait to hear more.

    1. Ah, that is so exciting! We love it here but we miss you all so much! I keep thinking if we could transport all our friends and family here we could just stay forever.

  2. I don't know what this is, and i've never seen it before, but I LOVE it. I need to hear more about it, or just wiki it, but I'd rather just hear about it straight from the horse's mouth (i.e. you) hahaha.

    1. Isn't it magnificient? It reads "To the loyalty and bravery of the Swiss." and commemorates those Swiss soldiers who died defending the French king. I've wanted to go for ages and it did not dissapoint. It's huge, much bigger than it looks.


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