I have so many travel photos and I have over 25,000 photos on my iPhone so I can keep going for a while.






Linda Mathieu's experiences living as an American expat in France
I have so many travel photos and I have over 25,000 photos on my iPhone so I can keep going for a while.







So, it’s hard to come up with much to write as the only time I leave our place is to buy groceries. I’ve almost decided to stop going to our local Monoprix as it is usually packed with people, something I’m trying to avoid. They always have the best selection of food though so if I go and there isn’t a long line out front I will run in and out as fast as I can.
In other news, the other day the rubber on the wheel on our little grocery cart came off. We were luckily able to get it home on the plastic that remained. We couldn’t find a new one in the Monoprix-they are all gone for some reason-so went to Amazon and ordered one and were told it wouldn’t arrived for three weeks. To our surprise, we got a call from downstairs and it was here three days later. The UPS guy brought it to our door and we left it in the hall to shed any germs or viruses. Then I sprayed the box down and opened it up out in the hall wondering if this was really necessary but afraid to take a chance. So we now have a nice new cart for our dangerous voyages into the shopping world.
We have started watching a tv series on Netflix called Money Heist. It is made in Spain with English subtitles and we watch two episodes every day-it has 26 episodes. It’s sort of a soap opera in a way with story lines of the police, the hostages and the robbers as the mint in Madrid is being robbed. I don’t know if I would watch it during normal times but these are not normal times and we are hooked and wondering how it will end.
The last night of our tour we had a Japanese dinner and afterwards there was a performance by a geisha. She only danced for us, no singing or instruments. She answered our questions afterwards through an interpreter. She was only 17! It takes years of training and a lady who runs the business gets all money earned but her food, lodging and kimonos are provided. There are fewer and fewer girls becoming Geishas. They aren’t prostitutes but often entertain and cater to men. Dating isn’t allowed. It seemed to me to be the life of a nun in many ways.





Here is a list of some things I observed in Japan:
Many people wore face masks. Either to protect from pollution or to prevent illness.
Everywhere we went they were selling soft ice cream, rather like Dairy Queen but not as smooth. I was told they had been selling it for years. Matcha was a common flavor.
The toilet seats were always heated (only had two that weren’t) with devises for washing your bottom. If the electricity should go out I guess it would be difficult for the Japanese.
I never saw any grafitti. The teens seem to be becoming more westernized in their clothing and I saw some weird outfits but most were very well dressed.
There were cherry blossom products for sale everywhere including Coke bottles decorated with them. There was only Coke and Coke Zero for sale, never Diet Cole. If you had trash you carried it with you until you found a 7-11 store (which were everywhere) or returned to your hotel. No trash cans on the streets, which were very clean.
As you might expect, there were Hello Kitty products every where. Also Kit Kat candy but with 200 different flavors available if you can find them.
We found the Japanese so nice and kind and very polite. They were a pleasure to be with.
Our time in Kyoto was packed with activities. We usually walked at least 6 miles a day, sometimes more than 8.








We started our day with a visit to a World Heritage site, Fushimi Inari Shrine, famous for the thousands of vermillion torii going up a mountain which, it turns out are individually paid for by people wanting a bit of blessings in life. They cost a lot and there is a waiting list. Their names are put on them too.















