If you really want the dirt on Easter traditions in France, check out the previous post. But for some French countryside eye candy, check out this one. John and I spent the Easter weekend at his family's house, in a small town just north of Paris. We hunted for Easter eggs, ate gigot d'eagneau (traditional Easter food: baby lamb) and enjoyed the the blossoming of springtime, despite the rain and overcast conditions of the weekend.
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| The hunt begins... |
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| To find 48 of these little guys |
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| Our excuse: it's a big yard! (ie last picture) |
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| Spring in France: all abloom |
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| In a yard this expansive... |
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