Not Quite Aigues Mortes

I'm on the illicit internet right now, at the office that should lock its gate but doesn't. So I'm sitting outside, which gives the screen a horrific glare and makes it very hard to see pictures. Hence, our trip to Aigues Morts from yesterday will be recapped tomorrow when I am seated properly and inside.

I wanted to spend a relaxing a peaceful lunchtime hour at McDonald's yesterday before our trip, but that proved impossible. Argh! Balloons! They were everywhere! I had to dash out and grab a seat outside on the terrace despite the chill and guard it like a doberman against the other outward-bound patrons. They were fierce, but I held my own.

It's warming up a bit here, thank god, since last week's mistrals were terrible things.

How cold was it? It was fraikin froid. Hee.







I had to disguise my laughing as an errant cough after reading this title.






Now my bottom is starting to hurt. Peace out.