It was a trip of doing nothing and it couldn’t be any better. 

Fresh air, BBQs, beach walks, swimming and more swimming. A road trip headed into the french countryside provided this (and more). In the process of constructing this post, I seem to have found way too many pool photos that has me wondering ‘were we in the pool the whole time?’ or is’t the Aquarian side in me? 

So, I’ll let the photos speak for itself as I have the trouble in articulating the contents of this post. 

It seems my soul is still swimming in the pool. 

peace out

K.