In Poole, on the way to the Ferry to Cherbourg, Dad and I found Robert Rogers House. (That's the name of my Uncle Robbie). (minus "House").
This was outside the Caen WWII museum.
An Old MILL! Cool! I live what they've done with it since it passed it's prime, and it reminds me of Conan.
They seriously put slices of lime in a vanilla beer. Yeah, I mean, France was okay...
This was pretty, I thought.
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