Les beaux-parents (the in-laws) have been talking forever about a surprise in the French countryside that they will be bringing me to before I head back to Paris… They’ve heard of ‘the place’, have passed by, but have never visited, and I will see ‘it’ when I get there.
I’m not good with waiting for surprises so it was a little discomforting that they were not giving any clues away!
So the GPS was set one day for ‘une promenade‘ somewhere: “We don’t know where, as we have never been either but it’s about 30 minutes away.”
Oh, the suspense!!
We arrived to a temple with a beautiful oriental garden, just as I would have found back home.
It turns out that a community of Vietnamese Chinese immigrants settled in this old mining town since 1955 and have been here ever since, recreating religious relics from back home.