Vive La France!
Some of you might remember the last time I was in France. I lived not far from Antibes in a quaint little Provençal town, where I taught adorable French children how to say “It is Thursday” and “I like to eat pizza.” I had a few problems when I lived in France, namely that the French people like to mess with my head and deprive me of things like heat, money and contact with the outside world.
This last trip to France, however, was much more smooth… probably because I wasn’t there long enough to incite riots or train strikes. Kathleen and I both caught a vicious Gallic cold as we were leaving this fine country (totally unrelated to us staying out too late drinking wine and dancing), which is one of my excuses for not posting in so long.
A picture is worth a thousand words, so here are a few highlights from our trip, as told through ridiculous snapshots (also check out Kathleen’s hilarious and more detailed account of our voyage):
Absinthe bar, complete with funny hats and drunken Belgians
Kathleen always has a song in her heart and a dance in her step
On the Isle of Ste. Marguerite, Esther indulges in two essential French food groups: chocolate and beer
We make a very entertaining Scottish friend at a five-hour happy hour in Cannes
Kathleen and I discover a fabulous club in Antibes and find our dance cards are always full
At Le Refuge des Fondues in Montmartre, Paris (yes, that is red wine served in baby bottles– to avoid the tax on stemmed glasses, apparently)
Before… but why is the wine gone?
After… yayyyyy!
Fin
(OK, now I am back to the real world and will be posting again on the wedding planning I swear I’m doing. Two and a half months until the wedding… holy crapshit.)
4 comments
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You and Kathleen make a wonderful lesbian couple.
We are a great couple, aren’t we? If 52 percent of Californians could get their heads out of their asses, I could be planning OUR wedding right now!
It’s a shame. Our wedding would be so pretty and guaranteed fun! Oh well, I guess I’ll suck it up and go have fun at you and Brian’s wedding. Sigh.