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... my-arm-put-it-aroun d-Ally’s-shoulder-move’ was more overtly daggy.
We then strolled back towards home, passing through a Tango dance exhibition and resisting the urge to show-off with our skills (*cough cough* - they are pretty rusty and have been retired since 2005). What else can I say? A great day in an endearing little town. Next stop - Brussels.
... a sweet waffle with mocha ice cream and chocolate drizzle on top and Pete had an espresso while Becky had a café glacé (coffee with ice cream in it). Mike and I shared a sweet waffle with fresh strawberries, whipped cream, and dark chocolate syrup with Mike and I both having an espresso. This was SO good! I just wish I could eat more or even bring some home with me.
It is late so we headed back to the carpark. After some difficulty figuring out how to pay for ...
After a lovely relaxing sea day and two performances of our last ever show as a cast of 'Boogie'. Today we are in Bruges, Belgium. My family decided to go on a tour and I came in with Josh and Emmy as our last day together we went to the market square, had lunch and enjoyed our last moments together which was lovely.
My family had a great day and getting back onto the ship for the last time was actually quite sad. I decided to go the masquerades the nightclub ...
... the central Groote Maarkt, with not an awful lot to see in the other nearby streets.
Sanctuary Wood Cemetery was our first stop. Looking over the rows of pristine white headstones, to the farmland beyond, it held an air of ordered peace.
Many of the headstones marked the graves of the dead "known to God" but others were all carved with the regimental badge where the identity of the soldier was known.
As always, these cemeteries are so ...
... as if his mind was programmed to dissipate in to a million fragments of disillusion the moment my lips were pursed to speak.
“You want to come with me? You want to come to Paris with me? I’ve spent £1000 on this holiday, it’s all paid for. You should come!”
Whilst it’s not every day that you are invited on a romantic, all expenses paid weekend away in Paris by a tall, dark (if not intoxicated) stranger, the hairs ...