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"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)
I offer yet another report of ungodly heat. It's also insanely humid, so working outside today felt like swimming through my own sweat. (Sounds yummy, huh?)
"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)
In France's North it is cloudy, and hot... Their is no air it seems...
I hope there is not a storm coming over here... in town it is so not fun.... you have all the bad stuff and not the beautiful view!
"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)
Seriously though, I didn't realize it rained so much in Texas. I was expecting my summer here to be dry and very hot.... all this rainy thunderstormy weather is making my hair all crrrrrrrrrrrrrrazy!
Edited at 10:23 pm to say:
I can hear a storm somewhere... not near me for now though. Also "MétéoFrance" has warned us that in France's North there would be big storm, (orange level but I don't know if this is an internationnal meaning or not)
"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)
"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)
Okay I am tired of the rain... Who need some? Please help yourself!
So the weather in Lille, North, France.
Rain. It is truly raining. Like a shower...
And I can hear a storm coming.
"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)