A small town in Normandy on our way to the WWII memorials. Maybe Catherine can tell us the name of the town.
Nina and I took a bunch of these "owning" pictures. It's another one of those things that never got old.
We ate at this wonderful restaurant. I ordered the first special on the board with some good ol' American ketchup to go with my French frites.
Grandma walking down the boulevard of broken dreams. Her shadow's the only one that walks beside her...