Georges and I we had to cross country under la tempête ! The train stopped several times and we were stucked in nowhere... Tout ça pour Paris...
Then, in town, we treated ourselves with le tiramisu du Mama Shelter because ce truc il est méchant. Then, he wanted to have some pot au feu et du vin de coccinelle (!!) Georges and I we couldn't say no. Then, Georges took a picture of me, completely floue. Because of le vin de coccinelle, non ?
And in the morning, Georges did a little memory shot of the view. Because the light was terrific...
