It just seems so appropriate to capture a picture of a snail to add to my portfolio of French memories. But this innocuous desire was more challenging as armed with my close-up filters, I have to get pretty close. And definitely closer than the snail wants me too. As I try and sneak up on it, first one eye stalk disappears, then the second, followed swiftly by the head...and I'm left with a shell. I wander away to check at the roses, and feeling braver Monsieur Snail, or possibly Brian the, emerges again. But as I approach again, I am thwarted. I really just have to remain practically on top of , barely breathing until he feels safe again. Eventually I got my close-up. Obligatory French image...done!