I imagine a knitting group in the town of Nantes, France would call themselves the Nantes Knotty Knitters.
I’m here in the beautiful French countryside on a 11-day “Best of France tour” with my school. We’re touring towering chateaus, exploring exotic cathedrals, and walking through wonder-filled villages. On one of our free afternoons, a few of my friends and I walked the streets of downtown Nantes at a place called Commerce. The streets are quaint, the shops expensive. Reminds me of a scene from the Jason Bourne movies.
I told my group the one thing I’d like to visit in France was a yarn store.
Wouldn’t you know that right before we left, my best friend (bless her) happened to spot a yarn store. Ahh! So good! After promising my group I’d only look around for 5 minutes (ha good one), I went in. There were rows of yarn hanging on wooden railings. I was in heaven. They priced each type of yarn then would wind off as much of the skein as you wanted. Some lovely green silk caught my eye and at 3.20 Euros for 50 grams, I was sold.
I walked up to the counter, but had a problem. I didn’t speak French and none of the 5 girls working spoke English. My five years of taking Spanish failed me. I think I managed to say “j’adore” and pointed to the skein I wanted. The clerk smiled and nodded. She wound off 50 grams for me, I paid and left. Wonderful! Excuse-moi for the tired looking picture of me, but I have to share. My friend managed to snap this awkward picture of me before we heard “No fotos”. Totally worth it.