In this post, a small-town girl goes to Canada for the first time. Enjoy.
French errywhere.
My first Canadian beer. No, seriously, it's called a Canadian.
The exchange rate doesn't make these prices any easier to swallow.
The warning on cigarettes in Canada and Europe take up half of the packaging.
See?
Johnny Walker is so pretty.
This is actually in Frankfurt. I want ALL the Moleskins.
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