Proof of Innocence
Of course, it sounds as if you are all giving Sébastien CREDIT for his misbehavior, so maybe I shouldn’t be proving my innocence of it, after all.
May I just state for the record that Sébastien needs NO encouragement.
But, anyway, here is what I was doing while Sébastien was going around taking pictures for you.
Seriously, isn’t this the kind of place where you could sit forever?� In the photo, I could swear it doesn’t even look real.� Does it look to anyone but me as if everything beyond the line where the trees are was just painted in?
But no.� And this is still a privately owned castle, I might mention.
Talk about a drain on the family finances. 🙂
I wonder what property taxes run to?
So here we are, three generations sitting just ten yards or so down the slope from the lovely Hercules.
WITH OUR BACKS TURNED.� I just mention.
That’s I on the left, my daughter in the middle, and my mother-in-law on the right.
Please note that my mother-in-law, A GRANDMOTHER, is wearing a camisole top and looking good in it.
Just in case you wanted proof she is French.