Day 2-3

 Two pictures since I missed yesterday...
This one shows how French people are...dramatic, yet well put together...notice his suit.
This is me, in case you missed me. 
Sorry, the pictures are unedited. Pretend they look good in your head.

Comments

Audrey said…
No. We don't miss you.
August 31, 2013 at 7:06 AM
Anonymous said…
....speak for yourself!

-Love, Mom
August 31, 2013 at 8:12 AM
Sandy said…
We don't miss you just yet. But you could bring some bread home! :P
August 31, 2013 at 5:39 PM
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