zelda meets the mediterranean sea

in cassis, where she also earned true foodie credentials and was called a petit gourmand by the french lady sitting next us as she gobbled up her mussels and fries.

as for the sea, zelda’s not sure if she likes it or not, but she didn’t let it make her cry even when it threw a wave in her face.

she did like the sun, mama’s shoe and the rocks at the beach, the latter two both suitable for putting in her mouth.


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