Of course then there was the south of France, my first encounter with the country of course training it in from Milan. This was where i had all preconceptions of the French swiftly and permanently dispelled.
It was where i learned that even though the baker sounded like he was messing with me, i really should have gone left to go down the hill like he said.
It was where i learned …….click here for more Nice lessons, beware, there might be a test
Pardon, i seem to have forgotten to post these shots in the last post, and i do so like them.
It’s been over 2 years (read far too long) since i roamed the streets of europe in a bewildered, drunken, but most of all beautiful haze. click here for all the frenchy vous vous fa-fa you can handle