On… France 1 Reply Home from a lovely break, and have some photos to share with you… Dawn from the villa. I can’t remember what time of day this was taken, but you taste my flavor. The view was awesome. The local village. I have a gazillion village shots but at some point you sort of go, I get it, it’s a village. The view from just near Agay, outside Cannes. It was at this point that I started going all Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and shouting THIS! I want THIS! And then, just for good measure, I started shouting OKLAHOMAOKLAHOMAOKLAHOMA. Le jardin. Le jardin secret. Le bebe. Avec le petit elephant. Le bebe avec la maman tres fatiguee. Le petit dejeuner des champions for when no one can be bothered to go to the boulangerie for hot croissants. Doing nothing is exhausting. Le bebe avec le Nutella. The boules tournament in St Maxime. Love those redheads. I get older, they… no, they pretty much get older too. All in all, the perfect break, and can’t wait to go back next year… as long as someone else volunteers to do the flight with Errol and the as-yet-unnamed-baby-due-in-January, and deal with their jet lag? Anyone?