Normandy, France--I came upon a sleepy beach town by the name of Un Fleur, while traveling with our friends from Paris. Normandy is situated along the coast of the English Channel, providing a crisp, cool air that complements its verdant fields. Like most small towns in France, Un Fleur was quaint and filled with many dainty mom-and-pop shops, the fragrance of moules et creme, and pastry shops. I was soon informed by our friend Guy Foucher that Normandy is a haven and vacation spot for affluent Parisians yearning for a breath of fresh air and tranquility. Jean Broserron is one of those felicitious city-goers who has been a proprietor in Normandy for over 50 years, with the same house passed down from generation to generation. We arrived at Jean's home where a family gatheirng was being held. Jean was wearing a fisherman's cap and was leaning against a pinp-pong table when I first met him. As our conversation developed, Guy chimed in and told me that Jean had a flying machine. I looked up at Jean with a puzzling expression on my face: was this true? He had an arch smile as he turned away and began to walk over to his shed. He pulled out a contraption that was every 12-year old boy's dream. The machine has a seat with two harness straps that cross the torso, and attached to the back of the seat is a large motor with propellers that is encased in a ciruclar cage. I couldn't believe my eyes:
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Normandy
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