The Day After

On Sunday, after a night of celebrating the anniversary of the storming of Bastille we dragged ourselves to the Parc Floral for a picnic, some jazz and some petanque.


Erik couldn't be bothered to sit up


I wish I were still in bed


The twins are looking cheery

And lucky Alex apparently took all these shots, because there aren't any of her. The petanque game that followed got off to a bad start, with the non-French (Alex, Erik and I) losing quite badly to the French (Eric and Philippe), until Alex and I took a break. Then Erik got to play on a winning team.