Ten days, two couples, 35 sq. metres in France - I'm going to pitch it as a reality tv series. It was pretty cozy up in our studio, and I'd hate to disappoint but there wasn't the drama worthy of reality TV...maybe just a pseudo romance between Jordan and Paul, but that story was years in the making and if it didn't get made while they were tenting up together in the Yukon...it's probably never going to get made. My dreams of producing reality tv aside, it was GREAT! Jordan and Vanessa were super guests - they indulged me in my food craziness by being interested and hungry (all the time), they cooked some great meals for us, did dishes AND got us some really thoughtful gifts. And it was just fun to share Toulouse and our little transplanted life in France. All fun, all food all the time.
Ask anyone, I'm always the first one to fall asleep at sleepovers.
Vanessa and I decided that Jordan needed a haircut. There was a whole series of photos, but I thought I'd spare some of you the photos of people you don't know cutting hair in a bathroom. The end result looked pretty good to us (but that's because we're not professionals). Good work everybody.
Riverside, outside our apartment. On sunny warm days, there are a lot of djembe drummers, and we hear them from our fourth floor apartment. Our Toulousian friends warned (more like mocked) us about it...like we should have known or something. 
The boys decided to grab a drink at Cafe des Artistes and delegated grocery shopping to us. This is them saying good bye. I'm posting thumbnails these days, so you can't really zoom in to see, but trust me they look smug.
On our riverside walk - this is looking at the other bridge. I should know what it's called, but all we ever see and think about is Pont Neuf...which means "new bridge", but is actually the oldest bridge in the city. 
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