Excerpts from Dory’s journal

Photo captions by Stephanie

Day 22 9:10 AM, 17-7-24

Versailles, France

1 WEEK LEFT

Hello! I am currently at a desk yet again, and we are moving yet again to Troyes where there is a Tool Museum.

Yours,

Dorrel

On the way to Troyes, we saw these columns of steam? smoke? and Dory thought it was worthy of a photo. (photo: Dory)

Day 22, 12:46 PM, 17/7/24

Troyes, France

Hello! I am currently at a table in a pasta restaurant. We have arrived in Troyes, and we are going to go to the Tool Museum after this repast. Well, we’ve got one full week before we have to go. These final days will pass too quick for us to remember them.

Yours,

Dorrel

I super disagree that the stained glass museum was “not all that interesting.” They had an interesting mix of old and modern, like this 3D image of a parent feeding their infant. (video: Stephanie)

They also had a temporary exhibit about how (well before the recent fire) there was a movement to update some of the stained glass in Notre-Dame Paris with more modern pieces. Several pieces were created before people decided, “No, not modern like *that*.” I had a dear friend named Genevieve, so this piece caught my eye. (photo: Stephanie)

Day 22, 1:59 PM, 17/7/24

Troyes, France

Hello! I am currently in the Stained Glass Museum in Troyes, and as you might expect, it is not all that interesting. Just a bunch of stained glass windows, nothing more. You could get the same experience from being in an old church. Anyways, we are going to the Tool Museum after this, and I will write more there.

Yours,

Dorrel

Troyes is famous for having a lot of these half-timbered houses, mostly from the 16th century. (photo: Stephanie)

The tool museum had an astounding number of tools from the 17th, 18th &19th centuries, artfully arranged. (photo: Stephanie)

Day 22, 4:00 PM, 17/7/24

Troyes, France

Hello! I am currently in the courtyard of the Tool Museum. I just saw a great deal of tools, and I am feeling a bit overwhelmed. Mom and Sis are sunbathing, and Dad is rolling leaves to smell them.

Yours,

Dorrel