Over beers last night, I told my friends that when you get off the plane in Nice it smells like lavender and sea salt. They rolled their eyes and laughed at me.
Look who’s laughing now.
Friday, June 20, 2008
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La vie en rose in the South of France... Living in the tiny little town of Ramatuelle, just outside St. Tropez
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