After ten lovely days of England and France, it was time to go home. It seems that once we start to pack to leave, we just can't get home fast enough. The boys hunted Roe Deer while my dear friend and I toured, ate, shopped, people watched and generally had an amazing time. The girls did a whirlwind three and a half day trip through Paris. We saw everything that Rick Steves says to see in seven days. French perfume, baby clothes, chocolate and lace were all purchased. A two foot Eiffel Tower was stuffed into my suitcase, at the glee of everyone who wasn't trying to carry it for me. We ate crepes, macaroons, and meringues. We walked from 8am until 11pm, in sandals! A trip that I will always remember.
One of the reasons we need to hurry home. Precious Grandbaby had a friend vist her in the garden. We missed the garden party but loved the pictures. Precious Grandbaby received so many darling French outfits. She wore her new berret to church on Sunday and just looked stunning.
I am just starting to recover from a terrible case of jetlag. As I come out of my four day fog, I start to dream of a trip to Scotland........
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