We are lucky that our trip to Paris overlapped with that of Carla's cousin Paul and his wife Heidi. We took a picnic to Parc Morceau on a very hot day, and by the end of it the roquefort had certainly become
forter.
On our trip to Lille, we partook in some classic Belgian fare. Above you see a frikadella (deep fried hotdog) avec frites (fries). Lille is on the border of Belgium, and one of the roads in town straddles the two countries. The difference in affluence was less than stunning.
We had a lot of fun in the sun with bébé Iris. It was her first time in a baby pool, and I had to go splash around my self.
We are lucky that our trip to Paris overlapped with that of Carla's cousin Paul and his wife Heidi. We took a picnic to Parc Morceau on a very hot day, and by the end of it the roquefort had certainly become forter.
On our trip to Lille, we partook in some classic Belgian fare. Above you see a frikadella (deep fried hotdog) avec frites (fries). Lille is on the border of Belgium, and one of the roads in town straddles the two countries. The difference in affluence was less than stunning.
We had a lot of fun in the sun with bébé Iris. It was her first time in a baby pool, and I had to go splash around my self.
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