Forget the light houses. Forget the sun. Forget the sand and the sandcastles. Forget the waves and the crabs and the shells and the rocks. Forget the church bells. Forget the bicycles and the bicycle trails. Forget Céline's tomatoes and her zucchini and her strawberries and her potatoes. Forget le sel d'Isabelle. Forget le Trousse Chemise and les Anneries. Forget the big sky and the white clouds. Forget the groseille jelly and the back cherry jelly. Forget the Crocks. Forget the suncream and the antibiotic cream and the bo bos. Forget the green shutters. Forget the salad and the seaweed phobia. Forget Superga and the long sleeves. Forget the manège. Forget the floods and the broken levees. Forget jumping. Forget the hats and sunglasses. Forget the ipples and bininis. Forget Vauban. Forget the sailboats. Forget the weird oven. Forget the headwinds. Forget the markets.
It's all about the ice cream and how much you can sucker papa into buying for you.
"Papa, y où la big city?"
1 comment:
Nunca he visto tantas fotos tan bellas en un mismo lugar! Qué divertidos están y que felices se ven todos. No me canso de mirarlas. Besitos.
Ata/Guini/Carmen
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