Grasse, Camping, Festivals and Bastille Day

So many things. so little time. Scarlet went camping to learn how to be a circus babe for a week so Gregoire and I flew to Grasse for the day. Soaked up 24 hours of hot gorgeous melting sweltering sun then flew back to a damp Normandy to start working our socks off. Brief fun filled moment around midnight of Friday 13th at local music festival, le Carrefour du Rock,where we bopped and boogied to Superbus (Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly...ah ah ah), then we picked our way over bodies of drunken wiped-out youth and attacked weekend of 14th July. Tres busy. Tres knackered afterwards. Now open every day until September. Hear the deep intake of breath and note slight tone of panic.