Sittin’ on the dock of the bay…

Hello, boys and girls! Color me surprised, I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth… I won’t bore you with how I’ve been trying to maintain the home-sweet-home tradition of painting Easter eggs, while living in a country where major Christian holidays get about as much hype as your average Tuesday (well fine, maybe just a bit… hilarity and beet juice stains ensued)… Or how I flew back home for the traditional spring break in Vama (particularly demented this year) and got the extra perk of motherly culinary pampering, being the returning prodigal daughter and all that… Or how I got back to France and was pretty much a lazy bum for a couple of weeks, waiting to finally get around to seeing Paris. Which I did… eventually. Damn thing took me surprisingly long, seeing as I’ve been here for over three months.

That pretty much sums up all that stuff I’ve graciously decided not to bore you people with, so without further ado, I give you this week’s (long overdue) photo-of-the-week:

Alright, so it’s not exactly the dock of the bay, but the French really do seem to have the sitting part thoroughly covered. Anywhere. Any time of day. Takin’ their sweet time… Gotta love latin peoples. Cheers!