The moment of relief came when my dad and my sister decided to attend a custom party in St-Marteen. My dad channeled his inner Rastafari and my sister went as a Persian belly-dancer. Here are the "before and after" pictures of them.
Before:
After:
Priceless, no ?
If Sarkozy wins the French election, I wonder whether they will ever let them enter (metropolitan ) France ever again.... :D. Oh well, the laughs were well worth it. :D
OK, one more picture for the road. Check out the flip-flop and the Walers shirt :). Nice tribute to Bob, dad !
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Hahaha! :) That's soo cool. They both look awesome. And I love your dad's sandals...
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Jah Rastafari! Get them crazy baldheads. awesome stuff.
ReplyDeletela maroquinerie en totale deliquescence!!!
ReplyDeleteRight on!
ReplyDeleteCarpe diem...They sure know how to have fun!
> Hey Amrita,
ReplyDeleteMy dad would appreciate that you noticed his sandals :D. They really had to dig deep for those :).
> Mosi,
St-Marteen is not a bad place for a break :), Rastafari, beaches and insane Malagasies ;)
> Anonymous, :)
Cest au tour de La Sri Lankanerie de prendre le relais de la
Maroquinerie (ou plutot Maroccinerie)
> MaC,
Fun they had :). Not as much my dad's colleagues though when they saw him...:)
Cool site! I will come visit you frequently...Work hard!!
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