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This year, I spent Easter driving around the Northern parts of Normandy with a couple of friends.
I really wish I had taken pictures of the lovely hotel we stayed in in Fécamp, right on the edge of the cliffs, but we spent most of the weekend outside gawking at the view and when we finally made it inside, eating (and bathing) felt significantly more important than taking pictures. The food at the hotel was incredible, to the point where I would have been beyond happy not to eat anywhere else for the entire weekend, and the local cidre they served may just require its own separate post at some point in the future. It certainly derserves its own page of blissful ranting.