I decide to take a walk one calm, chilly Sunday morning and ended up perusing antique treasures, discovering a warehouse full of fresh, local food, standing at the highest point of Nantes and walking with protestors in the Global Climate Strike. None of this was planned, but that just shows that when studying abroad, all you have to do is step out of your door to have an adventure.
I’d always heard of the rave behind French food, but nothing could have prepared me for the tantalizing smells and tastes I was to encounter at the dining table in Nantes. In this blog, I talk about all I’ve come to love about food and food-culture during the first two weeks of my stay in France.
