After spending Sunday morning studying, the boy and I rode our bikes up a very steep hill to get to the French Festival.
We listened to music, played petanque, watched cocktail demonstrations, sampled waffles, drank wine and spoke French in the sunshine.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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You both look smashing.
ReplyDeleteBut what the hell is petanque?
Have you wikied it yet dude? Think boules....
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