
At the beginning of the summer I traveled to the French Riviera to attend the Cannes Film Festival with one of my best friends, Rachael, like you do. Like one does, one who isn’t me. Anyway no surprise: I loved it, every minute of it, especially the naked massage on the beach. I might just up and fly to France one of these days just to experience that again. The grocery shopping and resulting food purchases were ridiculous (insanely delicious.)…
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