No, that’s not Henry. That’s me. Henry is the beautiful ikat scarf from H&M coiled lovingly around my neck like a warmer, fuzzier version of the snake in the Britney video.
Ok, not exactly like that, but you get the point.
Why Henry? I don’t know, honestly. It’s not an alliteration (i.e. Thomas/Terry/Teresa the Traveling Scarf) and it doesn’t have a whole lot of personality (i.e. Felicity/Cornelius/Cha-Cha the Traveling Scarf), but it’s the first name that came to my mind. And he has to have a name. He was too much of a presence during my mini-tour of France this past week to remain nameless!
To be honest, Henry is very nearly exhausted. He saw many, many things this week. He was paired with nearly every other garment in my winter wardrobe. He was photographed incessantly. He dealt with anxiety over the fact that he made so many repeat appearances in a row—would people notice? Would he cease to be a “statement” piece, and become just another scarf meant for everyday wear?
Eventually, he got over it once he saw that the same thing was happening to my leather jacket, Lavenia. (There…an alliteration and personality). And once he got over it, I think he really, really enjoyed the sights.
This is what we saw, Henry and me.
1. Bar du Pont-Levis in Entrevaux, France
2. Regional special—thinly sliced ham and a pomme de terre gratin
3. A French take on cheesecake and apple pie
1./2. Beginnings of Christmas market preparation in Strasbourg, France
3. Marrons chaud…literally, chestnuts roasted over an open fire
4. A merry-go-round waiting to be ridden at Christmas
5./6. Strasbourg Cathedral
7./8. Souvenir shops with spices, gingerbread, Christmas ornaments, and postcards
9. Du vin chaud—red wine cooked into a cider with orange peels and cinnamon
10. The French countryside
11. Gorgeous fall colors in Lausanne, Switzerland
12. A really big cat outside of the Palais de Justice
13. Starbucks coffee (a gingerbread latte, to be exact)
14. The alps at dusk
15/16. Some of the best friends a girl could ask for—sorority sisters and my little bro (read more about our last reunion here)
Like I said, Henry is exhausted. Because he was such a good sport this week, I’m going to give him a rest. He won’t be worn again for at least one week.
And then…back around the neck to see the world he goes.
“Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.” Henry David Thoreau
Dedicating the next few days to planning my French Thanksgiving menu. A bientot, mes amis! xoxo
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