We finally made it to Normandy, after a beer-and-frites- laden stop in Brussels and a longer than anticipated drive in our rented Fiat Talento. (Google it. Then feel sorry for yours truly, driving that beast around traffic circles and careening down cobblestones alleys.)
We are staying in the carriage house of an actual castle, and it has a trampoline and a playground. Not to mention, a moat. F+F are in heaven. The weather is terrible. Grandma and Grandpa are loving their first European adventure- or so they say. Normandy cidre is not half bad. French cheese is very stinky. The D-Day beaches await.
Happy Monday from the land of long lunches and lazy afternoons.
(Photos flatly refuse to upload. Tons when home.)
(Photos flatly refuse to upload. Tons when home.)
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