A walk to remember-how-to-get-home

The progression of my promenade ("walk" in French. Cute, hey?) en Marignane from chilled out stroll around a lovely French town to being hopelessly lost in a lovely French town

How I managed to do this twice in two days, I do not know.

I'm skilled at getting "perdu" (lost)

Welcome to walks through France with Lisa

So yesterday I decided to go for a walk around the lovely town I live in and, in my arrogant ignorance thought pfffft as if I'll get lost, I won't go far! But then the walk was so lovely, I kept going until it was time I had to get home. Everything in my backtracking was fine until the very end of the trip...then I tried one path URGH wrong...okay, back again...try this path...wait is this the path I just came from? I crossed two roads...right? Dammit! All the houses here look the same!

A comprehensive guide to getting "perdu"

So I figured if I was doomed to traversing the streets for the rest of the afternoon, I'd take some photos for you guys...

All the houses here are gorgeous

...and there are cats everywhere

I don't think this photo does justice to the amazing vines covering this house

Sigh...want :)

So eventually I ended up trying to flick through the photos I took to compare them to what I could see and to try and navigate my way home by finding the houses I could see in my photos and Voila! I was home again! ^_^ So after jokingly saying to Celine I got a little bit lost I thought ha, I won't do that again! ...cue the very next day...

Allo. Aujourd'hui sera different.
(Okay. Today will be different)

Let me take you on my walk today! I walked around Marignane and felt a little bit like I'd stepped into my imagination. It was brisk and I was bundled up in a scarf and warm jacket and little hat, hands in pockets, burying my head deeper into my scarf like a pigeon fluffing its feathers up for warmth, I walked into a set of shops and looked at all the lovely clothes, then managed to successfully purchase a delicious bun with sugar thingys on top all in French! I can't quite describe how awesome it feels to walk around hearing and saying Bonjour and carrying on a full conversation in French but it's pretty damn awesome. The few times I think I've pulled off not needing to say my French sentence of "I'm sorry but my French isn't so good, could you please talk slowly for me" in public places is freaking awesome.

C'est "nom nom nom"

I spent a while sitting just sketching while I ate my yummy bun. Then onwards on our walk!

Even little backstreets are pretty here

It's like the Danish Santa!
Joyeux Noel!

I founds a park :)

Then came the fun of trying to get home! On the way, as I was walking a group of men were doing some gardening or something and smiled and waved, I looked behind me and there was no-one there so I guessed it was me they were waving at. I laughed a little and gave a small wave back as I was walking past on the other side of the road. One of them gestured to his face with a smile, then pointed at me and did the sign for good/lovely haha which was sweet, so I jokingly (but not really that jokingly) pointed to his friend and did the same gesture, laughed and kept walking. I was halfway down the street when they pulled up alongside me and the guy I'd pointed at smiled "Bonjour" (hehe I still can't get over how fun it is to say Bonjour). I have no idea what we said to each other, I think I said in French I'm Australian, they were saying something, either "work" or "walk". By this time the cars were piling up behind them and I felt bad so I pointed at the cars and looked worried. Annoying, but we kind of just looked at each other with a theres-nothing-we-can-do look and they had to drive off. Stupid French traffic. Still, it was fun :) So that is potentially why I completely messed up how to get home and got lost. Again.

Ah...la...directions?

 I've complied a lovely video for you that aptly shows my gradual descent into hopelessly lost...ment...