The Devil Made Me Do It

It's only because the devil, errr Michael, has worse photos of me that he was able to blackmail me into posting this. Really, I was only trying it on for size - after all, we were going to the beach that day and I do have a small bladder, so I thought "pourquoi pas" or "why not?" After all, it is my theme for this adventure. [Is anyone buying this story?]

Fortunately he did not get a photo of me with my Carmen Miranda hat. Really, the stores in France absolutely fascinate me. You can find just about anything. The grocery store is even more fun, and you can find everything you need for a tasty meal, including pigs feet, rabbits, frogs legs, snails, horse meat and little minature chicken-like birds with their heads attached. Michael and Hugo have to drag me out of the stores because I am like a little boy, fascinated by everything I see.