Saint Antonin was such a freakin trippy magic place. I actually said at one point, 'I think I could live here', much to my mother's delight (she'd felt the same) and I've never had a desire to move to France. Strange, but this time it got me. Maybe it was the Farmer's Market, the bar we frequented to eat chevre chaud and get the town gossip, or the afternoon spent listening to the eerie accordion player, or the organic style street art, or the....
Thursday, August 6, 2009
C'est Moi !
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Thanks for stopping by. It's fun to see the world through other's photos. The accordian player does look a little eerie, but he has nice legs and the two at his feet look like they are enjoying a dance. Is that orange thingy with purplish eyes--food?
the photos have such character-beauty
gosh - i keep going back and looking at these photos... this place looks SO magical! just quaint and somewhat, still in the 1950s!
I WANT TO GO TO THERE.
beautiful photos molly. i especially like the shrimp looking at me with those big black eyes.. right before i bite its head off! yum..
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