August 2012
On this little jaunt, Stacy Lyn and Norm went southeast of Paris to the province of Alsace. Of course, we Traveling Socks were invited to come along, as always. What would a trip be without us?
We encounted a little surprise, though – a very nice surprise. As we wound down the roads, this way and that, we stumbled upon pretty little Jaulny, tucked away behind all the sunflowers.
We could not believe our good fortune when we found that they were having their annual Jaunelotte Festival – a festival in honor of little yellow mushrooms.
To be honest, Stacy Lyn does not care a-tall for mushrooms. However, because every dish at the festival included the vile weeds, Stacy Lyn had no choice but to eat them. She chose the least offensive dish – an omelette and French fries. Low and behold! This was the most delicious omelette Stacy Lyn had ever eaten in her life – all buttery and egghy!
Oh, the wonders you stumble upon in France when you’re not looking where you’re going!
Stacy Rambles 
I am glad that Stacy Lyn thought she had no choice but to eat the mushrooms. (Stacy Lyn had a choice but chose to be in the present moment doing what the Present Moment required.) Kathy likes Stacy Lyn. She also likes the sunflower picture.
Thanks, Kathy. Stacy Lyn keeps us around so that she can step out of her comfort zone once in a while. ❤
Isn’t it fun to go off the beaten path? That field of sunflowers…..I have no words. That must have been an amazing sight. Mushrooms are pretty weird. I like them, though. Especially sliced thin on home-made pizza with parmesan. They taste buttery. Maybe….that is why your omelette was so ‘buttery’ 🙂 Socks does need to plan the itinerary once in a while, I think. Thanks for sharing this beautiful place. xx
Yes, I do believe I will let the Socks plan the next trip. I loved this little town! ❤
I think Stacy should let socks plan her itineraries once in a while.
That’s and incredible field of sunflowers!
Stacy, are you now a lover of mushrooms? Or at least more willing to eat them?
No. I still think they’re vile. I picked them out of the omelette, though my Socks don’t tell you that. ❤