The glasses of Alberto and Francois were a mix of Wine, Vodka, Whisky and apple juice. Dreadful!

Look at Francois' face.

I was afraid of this people...all of them were drunk!!!

I don't understand yet how could we manage to go downstairs without breaking our heads...the staircase of Romian house is so inclinated.

Two "happy" boys. Could we make a toothpaste advertisement?

Come on, Dorian, do not play with us!!!

Like usually (with a bit of alcohol), Al and me in a hug.