just a Chun­nel away

We’re back chez nous, and I promise (well, sort of) that that’s the last French you’ll hear from me for a real­ly long time. Sans doute! Sor­ry, I real­ly mean it now. Absolument.

We had the time you just can’t describe. John advis­es that I break it up into FOOD, SIGHT-SEE­ING, and FRIEND­SHIP. Because that’s how it was. So I shall take his advice, come tomor­row. Right now I’m crash­ing, so I’ll leave you these three love­ly pho­tos, none of them to do with food, but oh well. Je suis fatiguee. A demain.