Playground

View of the playground that my front door opens onto, unusually weekendily empty of rowdy children.

Somehow slept til 1pm at Elisabo's house, and we were only woken up by her French housemates telling us they were cuisining us some lunch, aw. We watched a couple of episodes of Friends with them and I headed off home mid-afternoon. Elisabo's general everyday/colloquial French is amazing, though she doesn't think so, but if I'm that level at the end of my year here then I'll be very happy!