Last Sunday, Part II

~E~



I got to see the Eiffel Tower!



Red Sonja's house



You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...



Quack quack quack quack quack quack

Open wide, my dearies.


One of the original pub signs from our fair city, first hung up in 1858, ten years after we became a state. True story.

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Comments

Laurie Stark said…
You're so good at catching little details.
June 9, 2009 at 11:16 PM
West Coast Midwestern said…
I really felt like I was there with you, Sunny B. Thanks for sharing.
June 15, 2009 at 12:34 PM
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