I've always liked my name day. It's a bank holiday, which means family is always there. I could go and attend a mass if I wanted to, but mass is way too early, and I wouldn't find any heavenly choir there nowadays.
Instead I found a corn field in the West of France, and, with the ever precious help and patience of brother n°2 and the fabulously expensive camera lense of brother n°1, went to take these few pictures with newly acquired Princess Doll dress.
