A Mixed Bag

Some haiku about our holiday:

Seven days in France
And now I can understand
Why the French are loathed

Paris in Winter
Is even more depressing
Than a wet wedding

We flew by cheap flight
But the hotel was all right
(Though pricey as shite)

Airport baggage men
Lost my girlfriend’s travel bag
Then found it again

The Eiffel Tower
Looks like a bent coat hanger
Or a broken lamp

A little poem about our trip on the Thursday:

Saint-Omer
Makes beautiful beer
And we went there
Oh yeah!

And here’s a list of my ten favourite French words:

Saucissons
Panache
Blancmange
Mange-tout
Crepe
Pince-nez
Petit-dejeuner
Denouement
Vitrine
Enveloppe

RC 21-2-12