My daughter, at the Beatles museum in Liverpool… which is both awesome and sort of corny… the museum, I mean. No, I am still not going through the entire explanation for this series of posts. If you don’t want the back story, don’t read the first one. If you want the whole Europe trip story, with funny anecdotes, go back to the summer of 2015, and read the entire adventure of our travels in Europe.
No, that isn’t the place the Beatles first performed, it is a recreation.
They did have a lot of real memorabilia… and it is worth visiting.
And the gift shop sells tentacles, so you can pull weeds in an octopus’s garden.
Mollie, like me, will go to any length to get the perfect picture… like of the river Seine as the sun sets.
And her smile is nowhere near as ambiguous as the Mona Lisa’s smile.
Like me, she enjoys having fun with statues.
Teenagers… is she taking a picture of Paris from the Eiffel Tower… or is it a selfie?
And like me, she likes her cheese.