Today while we watched M play on a playground very close to the shore of Lac Leman -- the sun was shining, children screaming, parents ignoring their children, T eating Movenpick ice cream (the ultimate in ice cream) my heartstrings played a beautiful tune. The hills were alive with the sound of music. Then, I was not so gently told that I had overstayed my welcome by Europe's official bird:
Pigeon poop on my foot! And shoe!! Lovely. It's time to go home.
Well there you have it! They even are polite enough to send a pigeon with a hint, instead of smiling in your face and pretending to like you just to make you stay and spend! Gotta love European hospitality!~I'm ready for you to come home too!:)soap
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