No French class this morning, the snow did fall, so I stayed at home, we had already met on Monday morning with the French class who are learning English so I didn't feel guilty for not bothering. How is my progress, my French may be passable in twenty years!
The street where my teacher lives is rather special, I have taken many photographs there, here are a few images. People mainly live in apartments above the shops but at the far end there are a few houses.
The Jardin Public has a view to behold
Gorgeous and Grand ~ The Theatre Victor Hugo
Tiny and tidy 
Pretty pink petals.
Wood and leather
Leaflets or a beer?
Staircase at dusk ~ Crepiscule
Tower and the flowers, The Befroi
• La rue NationaleOriginally named “le bourg neuf” it was the commercial pinion of the town. The porch fronted-houses disappeared during the 18th century fires. Rebuilt by Parisian architects it exhibits the classic lines and height which can be found in Rennes. That was the Rue Nationale, what a splendid place to live!
To rebuild ~rebâtir.
To feel guilty ~ coupable.
