Today we went to the sea. Well, the Atlantic Ocean actually. I like how the French say they are going to "la mer" in any case. We went to Pornic, which is about 500 km from Paris. It was adventitiously balmy and the sun was beaming. We were warm. There were even people swimming. I really wished that I had brought my swimsuit to join in, but I settled for rolled up pants, bare feet, sweater off and enclave-of-rocks exploring galore.
Xavier's Mother, Paule, was along with us to soak in the warm, salty air and her son's beauty.
And, gladly, we had the blithe little Marguerite as well.
