|At our first Bed and Breakfast in London,
|Our first train ride from the London Airport into town|
|We are fighting over the baguettes. Please note the
robes two of my brothers are wearing which Mom
thought were important enough to take up
precious suitcase room.
|Isle of Capri, Italy. I don’t know who the guy in the passenger seat is.|
|In Switzerland, I think. I’m wearing a wig, which was quite popular then.|