Because today is the day when we were supposed to leave home for our springtime vacation up in Picardie on the shores of the Baie de Somme — said trip having been cancelled because of the Great Confinement — I've decided to go on a virtual vacation. It's my own little protest against the novel coronavirus.
I'm talking about a vacation past. Here are a few photos. I took them a long time ago on my birthday, and in France of course. It was a while ago.
This is a place I've visited many times starting in the early 1970s. Over the years, I've been there with Illinois and California friends, with my mother and her sister, with my own sister and one of our good friends, and with Walt two or three times. I haven't been there now for about a dozen years.
I have a feeling I might be on virtual vacation in this place for all the coming week. It's fun to see it again.
If you haven't already guessed where it is, you will soon find out as it gradually reveals itself.
There are small hints in several of the photos, but not too many of them yet. The place has changed significantly over the past few years.
I'm not giving any more clues right now. Maybe this is a lot more obvious than I think it is.