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| Guillaume, me, Sara and Julien in front of Lycée G. Touchard. | Mais qu'est-ce que tu as fait!? | Maria, me and Erika in a park, Le Jardin des Plantes. | No one else wanted to see (well, two more people sat down behind us. And then we heard strange noises... So I take it they weren't too interested in the film either) "Laisse Tes Mains Sur Mes Hanches". Now I see why. | What's Romain up to? Hmm. And the girls are smiling as usual. To be captured on photo. | Frédéric and Mélanie, aren't they sweet? | After a day of school and shopping, we got to rest for a while at a café. Heavenly. | Demi-Sara, Maria and Romain at Man's Pub. | Well, some may say that I'll be a star. I know better. I AM a star. This is proof enough. P.S. My fans are brothers, neat huh? | On our way to my future home... | ...Chenonceau! | This teacher was hilarious! I'm really disappointed that this photo wasn't better. | Erika checking her e-mail. | Pascale, my French mum, in the garden. Gosh, I miss her! | Oh là là... Vous me manquez tellement! | Maxime played for us at our indoor picnic. As did I and Maria. And Carl-Erik sang. Amazing. | After a soccer match on hot fake grass, I was glad to take this lovely picture of us and the REAL grass. | Alexandre et Emelie. | What a lovely view! Remember, Maria? | I'm the photographer AND in the picture. Neat. Behind the door is the kitchen. | Damn it! She's winning! | Awesome, this is William and Maria. | Maria, Julien II, Yann, me, the wind and Vincent. | My French family (except Bianca, the dog). | There are mirrors in the ceiling at Café Noir. Am I innovative or what? This was the last night and we were all there.. In the photo you see Maria, Xavier, me (behind the flash), Erika and Stéphanie. | The next moment we were crying. | Oh yea, sure. You're strong. The rest of us took the escalator. | Well, actually, we were almost crying. And in fact, we weren't tourists. It's true! We just happened to be there... | Are we hungry? Check. Are we tired? Check. Do we need to sit down and have lunch? Check. Do we simply love Casa Joe? Damn sure! |