Tours, France. Summer 2011.
It’s just all very frenchy. And I love it.
OH LA LA. Shelley is coming visiting me this weekend. Last time we saw eachother we were being very frenchy in France. That perfect summer in Tours 5 years ago. 2 months of pretend to be french. Speaking french. Drinking too much cheap wine at La Guinguette. Hanging on Place Plume. Drinking Ti punch at 4 in the morning. Going biking. Picknicking. Going to your favourite boulangerie to buy the best baguettes. Walking and laughing down Boulevard Beranger. Complaining over arrogant, but gorgeus, french men. It was a nice summer. Maybe I miss France more than I thought? Maybe I should go back and see.