You dance the night away under the stars in the village square...
The next morning or I should say a few hours later, you are a dead-beat at the brocante...
Dead-beat is in the photo, Pooped-out, luckily has the camera.
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This is What Happens When.....
You dance the night away under the stars in the village square...
The next morning or I should say a few hours later, you are a dead-beat at the brocante...
Dead-beat is in the photo, Pooped-out, luckily has the camera.
°Twenty five years living in France because I married a Frenchman, that I met while dancing in San Francisco° Two children, now in their twenties, amour et joie° I have the "Brocante Bug" which means antiquing is my cure, France can do me no wrong when it comes to treatment ° I'm related to half the population in Willows, California ° Likes to travel on a moments notice. ° Writes whatever strikes a cord, and has taken photos for this blog everyday for the last several years° Merci for following me°
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