We flew up to Angers. Here are a few photos:
The fun cars in the airport you can ride for a euro! What! A euro! That IS highway robbery!
Talking a walk to go to the butcher means a shoulder ride.
Picking dandeliions.
The church where we got married, BE. (before Estelle)
Back in the day when we only had to focus on me, I mean, each other. Sigh.
Papie taking his afternoon nap upright on his stool.
Thomas and Estelle examining the impatients in the back yard
A visit from good family friend Sebastien and his wife Gauchia with their new baby Adrien. This little boy is only 1 1/2 kilos away from Estelle and he is 13 months, I repeat 13 months, YOUNGER. He is, needless to say, a bruiser. He means business. Estelle was totally smitten. He is another bilingual-would-be baby - French and Polish.
Why pay a euro for a cheap ride at the airport, when you can ride in your old infant seat on top of the dining room table! It is better than the merry-go-round! And the people working the joint are MUCH more attentive.
A little down time in Butterfly Alley, the reading nook in Estelle's room.
One day we went to visit a very nearby chateau that somehow I have never been to yet. Chateau de Plessy-Bourre. Old. Like 14th century or something. Hubby and I had a guided tour while her highness went wild on the grounds with her grandparents.
Back in Nice and up to her old tricks = wearing bakery cartons as hats and being a pain to go down at night. Dang.
