Visitors from Westville for spring break! Wrapped in Van Gogh, wading thru chalk dust, or posing as a band...watching all our girls entwining themselves (literally) was my personal joy and a salve for all...
|sharing limbs on the way into Rognes....|
|Who wants to wade, masked, thru chalk dust? talc? in the dark? barefoot? not I. Fondation Carmignac.|
|Mirror, mirror in the shape of this island, who's that girl that's fiercely vibing?|
|JoAnne and Margi. Ilya.|
|Count not the number of empty wine bottles,|
to asses our delight and decadence,
but the empty boxes of camembert and strawberries...