Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Dusty Lens Archive (Escargot)

It had been a wet night at the campground in the French Pyrenees. In the morning, these big-ass French snails were everywhere. Funny thing, though, that neither Penn nor I noticed this dude on the handlebar of Penn's rental bike--until we had been riding for about 30 minutes! I encouraged Penn to fry it up in garlic and butter but he passed. Still, I say, when in France . . .

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