leftovers

I don’t know if you notice it, but we stopped for a while to visit the typical baroque cathedrals, iglesias, covent, you name it. It was about our metal health, our balance. A bit like an overdose of meringue-chantilly (by the way something totaly fictional, according to my son. The meringue one, not the baroque).

So, my material to make fun of is drying up, but there’s always some leftovers.

Enjoy…

The modern use of the symbol, or the merge of symbolism and utility. Remarks: if the guy would have been drowned, such a merge would have been surely dedicated to Claude François.

Sorry, this one has to be in French …
“T’es mon poteau toi, hips, te laisserais jamais tomber mon pote, t’es mon poteau, hips, t’aime mon poteau. A la vie à la mort, croix de bois croix de fer, si j’mens j’vais en enfer !”