I see Italy, I see France
Because we couldn't keep Kieron waiting any longer...
Venice, Italia
Venice
La Boheme at the Verona Opera
Portofino, Italy
Portofino
Skinny rich lady, Portofino
Um, this is a beach?
Rich people wear this dog (recognize the T. Whitley Chandler pose?)
Ahh, Lezignan, France with the McCarters and Roussenqs
Cheese at the market in Pezenas, France
Crabs at the market
Pezenas, France
Noodles and the Peen (people shop for years at this certain market in order to receive these coveted bags. We got them on our first shot.)
LouLou, France's cutest baby...peeing dans la piscine.
posted by Soy Noodles at 11:15 AM
1 Comments:
Aw, so sweet! Thank you, that's better. A boring night in the office now made actually enjoyable, stimulated by daydreams of your more free-wheeling, liberated life. I'm insanely, shit-compactingly jealous, though...
I'm feeling especially covetous of the gondolier's outfit, by the way. I want one. And he's going straight to gay heaven by the looks of him...
Have to say I agree with "berns" on the content dearth, however (much as I hate to gripe). Come on guys. It's not like you have work to do or anything. I have a 150,000 word report to write by morning and I've still got time to waste my life writing random messages to you and your unknown (to me) friends on the interweb...
Who exactly is the pee-girl, for instance? Why is she wearing a 19th Century London chimney-sweep's hat? What kind of cheese is that? And why did Ande's back become more photogenic than her face as soon as you left Venice?
Answers to these and other questions soon, please.
K
PS: Come to England. We're very close to France and we have proper flushing toilets.
12:34 PM
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