The adventures are up in the photo albums. There's Princess' welcoming party and the weekend in Perigueux.

I am still seeing the fey hiding in the rolling hills.

The forests were so much like the wilds of Quebec, only a slightly different shade of green...

...and every time I open the book of Jacquou le Croquant, I see the walls of the ruined castle vibrant with the bustle of the story.

We sang the six hour car ride home. Seb an I, every song we could think of. Some of them twice.

Poor princess didn't get ANY sleep... ;)

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