Lunch at the fete was a strip tent of many cuisines…
Hamburgers...
Grilled seafood...
But this one really got me:
Hmmm... are we at the Oktoberfest?
Grilling the bratwurst was some sadomasochist hot chick… See…
Oooopss...! Wrong guess!
How cool can you get, monsieur?! Hahaha!
A bottle of that beer, please.
My lunch :)
Laze away on a French afternoon. The table next to us was occupied by some French nationals. I was catching a few conversations… the s’il vous plaits… de quelle…mon dieu!... maman! zhszhshzhzzzz…. well, I understood- only the laughter.
Time to have fun now. And float away like a butterfly... 
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