This comes from a story in the New York Times about an exhibition of Monet's drawings. I'm not an impressionism freak, but I saw this one and loved it. Etretat, in Normandy.
Even the toughest need a break from time to time. Apologies to those who won't be able to handle the cheesiness.
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Plus de post depuis mercredi. Tu te fous de la gueule de qui ? Tu vas les bouger, oui, tes grosses fesses molles ? Est-ce qu'il faut que je vienne à Bruxelles te mettre un grand coup de pied où je pense pour te faire avancer ?
Tête de mule. Feignante. Fille de prof indigne qui écrit en anglais.
After a year of blogging from Brussels, I am finally back in London - a.k.a. "home" - and resuming a normal life. By which I mean, among other things, that I don't depend exclusively on Facebook to socialize anymore.
There isn't much to say about this new blog, save for the fact that I stole its title (and its address) from Bob Dylan's song, Dark Eyes. Although, like my dear friend - and fellow fan - David explained to me years ago (while revolutionizing my musical universe), French Girl is Dylan's sweet name for a prostitute. Me, I'm just French. "Mostly" French.
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Plus de post depuis mercredi. Tu te fous de la gueule de qui ? Tu vas les bouger, oui, tes grosses fesses molles ? Est-ce qu'il faut que je vienne à Bruxelles te mettre un grand coup de pied où je pense pour te faire avancer ?
Tête de mule. Feignante. Fille de prof indigne qui écrit en anglais.
Jay
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