Like Taverny, Bois D'Arcy, and Marly-le-Roi, Leffond was one of those towns of France which I came to know quite well.
Leffond really is more of a sleepy little village than anything else. This is not much more than a hamlet, really.
Yet, therein lies its charm.
I had not been here in a long time. Talking my high school days, just after my freshman year. At the time, I was just 14 years old. Obviously, a lot has changed with the world in all of that time.
Still, when I first got out of the car, I instantly recognized the distinctive peace and silence of this place. That same feeling like nothing really ever happens or changes here, but not in a bad way. For a brief moment, it felt a bit like stepping back in time.
As a kid at the time, I found this village quaint, yet also a bit on the boring side, admittedly.
Now as an adult, the distinctive old and almost overlooked feel of this place appealed to me a lot more.
One of the advantages of it being so slow and quiet here was that it forced me to explore a little bit. Most likely more than I otherwise would have done. So this tiny village left a big impression on my mind. It was, in some ways, a real connection with rural life, with a distinctly French feel to it.
Over the years, my mind kept going back to memories of this place. And my curiosity finally got the better of me. Really, I went out of the way to see it again.
Again, as noted earlier, my WiFi connection here at this particular Paris hotel feels very weak, especially when I try to do anything with pictures.
So I will revisit this little village later, when I have more time and more reliable internet access.
For now, here are just a few pictures.
Enjoy.
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