OK, I heard that big sigh of relief…but this is the last set of holiday pics, I promise, and I’ll keep it brief.
On the Thursday we decided to brave the weather and pootle over to Lille for the day. I’d heard great things about Old Lille, and frankly wasn’t disappointed. The shops are to die for. As we rounded the first corner, what did I espy, but the lovey K’thylda
Now French embroidery shops are a completely different animal to most of those in the UK, and, to my taste, offer a much more elegant and desirable range of kits, charts, and books. I find they run to slightly less twee than mainstream English designs. Mr Stitches demonstrated admirable patience as I ran around the shop like a 5 year old on e numbers, squeaking periodically as I found another covetable design.
After several minutes and a very deep breath I narrowed the selection down to about 4 kits and 3 magazines, but despite Mr Stitches offers of generosity I decided on just one kit based on the iconic Le Chat Noir poster
. I may also have sneaked a copy of De Fil en Aiguille
as well. Just possibly!
So an altogether happy bunny wandered round the rest of the shops in the sunshine which had kindly decided to put in an appearance.
After a delicious lunch of the best Beouf Bourgignion I’ve ever tasted and a clever little dessert taster with coffee…
…we went to the Museum of Natural History. I shan’t bore you with the details of the detour round the enormous book shop in the centre of Lille, other than to say a slightly bewildered Mr Stitches had his bottom pinched whilst I was distracted with the shelves of delight. I’m not the only one who thinks he’s gorgeous!
So we ended the day at the Museum, which is just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. It’s tiny with cases crammed full of displays and hasn’t changed a bit since it was opened at the beginning of the last century. It’s not big but a nice way to round off the holiday in a couple of hours when footsore from shopping but not willing to give up on the day and just eat cake.
We did nothing special on the Friday but mooch around Arras in the rain. Not worth a picture, frankly. So we headed back to the cottage for a movie fest and a bottle of the red stuff.
And that’s all I’ve got to say about that!