The legendary sun did not make its dense habit of inducing warmth of breath that morning. There was the Normandy wasteland scenery although to call it a wasteland is blatantly false. Idyll maybe the most appropriate description of that sight worthy of a documentary. Mont Saint Michel towered like no other in the image-ridden world of fantasy unraveling … More Tide Swagger of Mont Saint Michel
Intoxication reeks of combustible ethanol on a head-ached opaque late morning. Even with all the force and platitudes dispensed from a historical milieu about the folly of drinking, the eminence of c’est la vie prevails. Even with how much you want to dash out the spoiled offspring of fermentation with obsequious courtesy, the bastard called … More C’est la vie Paris and be drunk!