A little pit stop in front of Pablo Picasso's old art studio.
The crepe restaurant we had dinner at.
Apparently there was something in the batter which had an adverse effect on the men.
They seemed to loose control of eye movement. (Perhaps Dalida (see later post) ate at the same restaurant….oh, I am so bad)
We all got in on the act of leaving behind a little memento. I just happened to have a photo of Seb in my wallet which he was more than happy to contribute. (after adding some wolverine type facial hair and scary eye lids.)
Seb's inside joke….
