Today we ventured to a part in France roughly an hour North of Paris. I walked in the room where Van Gogh lived just before he died. Van Gogh shot himself (in the chest) in his most famously painted wheat fields. He walked back to his flat, and died two days later. The town was having an annual Festival, Cocagne Fete, there were so many vendors and marching bands. It was fantastic.
My friend Keith and I purchased a bottle of chilled Chardonay, and made our way to the wheat fields. We sat for a while and had a picnic in the fields. We found an already existing path that had been forged through the wheat and made ourselves comfortable.
Keith in Van Gogh's one room palace, 7 sq. ft.
Kisses for the dread-locked donkeys.
Candied Apples, Cocagne Fete
Wheat!
Poppy with Wheat
Van Gogh's wheat fields.
Farm livin'
No "farmer's tans" allowed at the Gay Pride Parade, Paris.
Chardonay on a hot day.
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