Bastille Day

Technically I shouldn't be celebrating Bastille Day since we are living in Switzerland - not France. But as I sit here with the windows open listening to the light rain patter outside, I can also hear the distant boom of fireworks going off just across the border in France and like a memory of Bastille Days gone by, I'm reminiscing about this day last year . . .


We would have listened to sound checks from the Champ de Mars in our apartment all day while they set up for the huge concert that night.
(Beth Seelinger is that you on the big screen?)


Chatted with Danielle Barbot (the gardienne of our apartment building) and the little Portuguese guy who lived across the street who always said Hi to Grady (I don't actually know his name) - but he was always standing outside on the corner watching people. We looked up our old neighborhood on Google Earth - and sure enough! He's in the picture!






Walked back and forth from our apartment to the park to make sure we had reserved our spot . . .





yep, I've got it under control . . .












Evening is approaching . . .



Finally the big show!












And even better - watching the mass exodus of people from the park and thinking "heh, heh, heh - it's nice to be home!"





Grandma and Dad with Analise . . .