You dance the night away under the stars in the village square…
The next morning or I should say a few hours later, you are a dead-beat at the brocante…
Dead-beat is in the photo, Pooped-out, luckily has the camera.
This is What Happens When…..
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11 responses to “This is What Happens When…..”
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*giggles* Better hold on to your camera! 😉
(I was getting a little worried about you.) -
Good night, don’t let the bed bugs bite (since the brocante bug has already bitten you) :-).
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LOL, it’s a good reason to be pooped. Enjoy the brocante today, hopefully your sleepy compadre will join you in time to do some of the heavy lifting back to the car.
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That is true love!
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A reflection of a WILD and CRAZY lifestyle, moi?? He’s even handsome sleeping!!!
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Awwww, how darling! You and your French hubby make me smile with your sweet adventures. Get some sleep! 🙂
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Don’t know what Yann is dreaming about…but, my long wished for dream is to dance the night away under the stars in a village square…One Day.
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Cute! 🙂
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Livin’ the life and sleep later….when we’re old.
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Corey, I’d say that’s a good kind of “tired” — and one that’s easily cured! May all our lives be so enjoyable, and more often! BTW, did you and Yann dance the tango, like future WW II spy Nancy Wake and HER French Husband (from Marseille)?!?
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I love it!!! Living life and having fun. Hope you guys got some rest.
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