Transatlantic totting
So. Back from 3 marvellous weeks of scampering in New York and the Dominican Republic.
There are many stories, natch. See my partner in crime and co-author Fast Times for the details, composed by our good selves on a Santo Domingo balcony.
There was more but I am EXHAUSTED after a night flight and so must get myself into my bed.
To keep you going, and to show off a bit about our simply fabulous sojourn, a few pix:
Our beach
Our beach at night after a few gins
Our tots at night after a few gins
The girls in fetching frox and aprons making candles (someone has to keep the Maremma fires burning, no?)
I feel entirely restored and ready to take on whatever the summer has in store.
There are many stories, natch. See my partner in crime and co-author Fast Times for the details, composed by our good selves on a Santo Domingo balcony.
There was more but I am EXHAUSTED after a night flight and so must get myself into my bed.
To keep you going, and to show off a bit about our simply fabulous sojourn, a few pix:
Our beach
Our beach at night after a few gins
Our tots at night after a few gins
The girls in fetching frox and aprons making candles (someone has to keep the Maremma fires burning, no?)
I feel entirely restored and ready to take on whatever the summer has in store.
posted by Lady V at 8:27 pm
5 Comments:
I need many, many more photos.
Welcome back!
i think we only too those
the rest has been lost at the bottom of a gin glass.
Pretty much, old thing..
Destroyed crotch shot with dog. Natch.
Standards, marjorie. At all times.
I have a few to dig out of my camera. You just wait and see. Cannot happen tonight though. Too jetlaged...
what, no fiddly fiddly?
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