
Off I go again to discover a new part of France. This time, Ingmar is coming with us. He's never been on a train before.
Ingmar! get down from there! You're not supposed to be crawling all around the train.
And leave the people in the next row alone.Ill-mannered rat.

There are lots of trails around Lake Aigbelette. We took the one to Le Mont Grêle. Ingmar wanted to go to La Pissoire. Doesn't "pissoire" mean "urinal" in French? Why would they name a place after that?

Ah, isn't it nice to get out in the fresh air and walk around?
Time to go home. Next time I'm inviting Astrid. She's a nice, well-behaved rat.
2 comments:
Let's hear it for not being well behaved. We have to grow old but we do not need to grow up.
I saw you were trying to get people to read this blog. It is adorable. Every once in awhile I prance out crabby for a shoot. He says he wants his own blog, but I don't have enough time for my own. Maybe one day.
Um? Wonder what would happen if you crossed a rat, rabbit, and a crab?
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