Lindsey's Bed and Breakfast for Women
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- Banquet room
- Reduced mobility rooms
- Refrigerator in room
- Multilingual staff
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... on very well with this fellow and were the last to leave the crypt.
The view from the tower was brilliant and was supported by artists paintings of how the view has changed over the centuries.
one thing they wouldn't have seen in the 1600s was the 2 huge tall ships designed pirate play parks. The grandkids would have had a ball, but there was a 3 hr wait to get in. Next door was a huge tower with a flying fox. That was me for the afternoon...but no ...
... collision with an angry man that did not accept my apology! Oh well! We had a pit stop for some fresh wood fired bagels. They were so delicious. Put a little Promite or Vegemite on them and you are good to go. I'm only just getting on the bagel bandwagon. These were that good! Danny took us on a slight detour that he said isn't a normal part of the tour and took us to see some amazing street art. Every year it gets painted black ...
... back on the bus for about 10 minutes to go to an amazing view point of mount tromblant and it was pretty cool, Tess even got a pic there haha. We seen some wild deer just munching away in someone's front yard that was pretty cool too. Alright one more stop before heading back to montreal, another village at was cute and I don't remember the name of, I sat in a cafe and had green tea cause I have still got my sore foot and this little place had a ...
... and enjoyed a popsicle in the park land at the top. After sipping fine French wine and soaking in the hot tub we headed out to catch a performance at the Jazz Festival, a battle of the bands, The Tommy Dorsey Orchestra and The Glenn Miller Orchestra traded the spotlight as they performed their classics. After the show ended we headed out into the rest of the festival where bands and performers littered the city streets. We dined outside while one band was finishing their act ...
But like in any relationship based on love, we duke it out. We let that love fuel our commitment to soldiering through the muck. We take our lumps and carry on, in sickness and in health. We (usually) admit when we’re wrong. And in the end, we always find our way back to each other.
Since Mr. Rub-My-Feet continues to elude me and I don’t/won’t have kids of my own, I’ve made my life about racking up as many ...