Peek-A-Boo!

Yup, boys and girls, it’s that time of the year again… With less than a week to go till Eurotrip 3.0 (code named “meet the Vikings” this year), your dearly beloved blogger is busy making lists upon lists, shopping for fur-lined bathing suits and implements of ice fishing (or whatever it is one shops for before a northern holiday), and generally bouncing off the walls with impatience. So yeah, there’ll be silence in the ranks around here for a couple of weeks (maybe three, depending on the amount of sheer laziness piled up by the time I return). In the meantime, though…

…playing peek-a-boo with the gargoyles on Notre-Dame de Paris.

So assuming I don’t fall off a ferry or some excellent, flaxen haired, cello wielding specimen drinks me under the table, I’ll be back in a few weeks. Skål!

P.S. I was supposed to do this last week, but obviously I forgot. So cheers and kudos to the lovely lady in the leather jacket a.k.a Geo, for figuring out why my bikes are traditionally called Freddie. Hoorah!