Etang

A day off as I was feeling a bit off colour.
Paris had to wait.
The pond at the caravan site or The Etang. A haven for dragon flies. No I didn't get any good shots of one, so here is where they live, so there.

I managed to read most of a book and sleep quite a lot.
The boys managed to try and chat up a couple of girls, but Curlyfries translation probably didn't do them many favours. They came back alone.