Today was a muggy day. One of those days where you just don't quite know what to do with yourself.
After a bit of aimless wandering, we ended up in an antiques market.
*muggy photos for effect
We decided to read some old love letters/postcards to give the old heartstrings a tug.
Now three things i was told:
1. France is the country of romance.
2. French is the language of love.
3. Frenchmen are big into their romantic declarations of amour.
So i was expecting big things. Of the tear jerking nature.
Alas, no.
There can't have been more than a handful of words on each.
The language of love needs few words ey!?
The beautiful Alice
And the beautiful Jess
With her head in the clouds books
13h00 and the stall owners sit down for their lunch/bbq.
So we scouted out the wine stall. Naturally.
Anddddd then moved on to the next one.
Us girls gotta keep refreshed.
Papa Hew often has words of wisdom. Such as "always carry a spare camera battery on you". I didn't. And at this point by battery died.
A bientôt!
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