Oh. Mon. Dieu.

It's a long story but anyway I am here at Logan Airport waiting to board a plane that will take me to France.

To Monts sur Guesnes to be exact. Have no idea where that is? Yeah me neither. I'll let you know when I get there. I have had terrible writer's block, writers rot really, and I hoping this trip (petit vacances!) will help shake it.

See, this is what happens when I decided to stop saying no and starts saying yes. Or "oui!" as it were.

Anyway, if you don't believe me, here is a photo of the duty free:


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