Today was a "jour ferrier" or a holiday as we say in English. We profited from the nice weather and headed once again down to la Croisette in Cannes to the beach.
I did not have my camera with me to capture the day, but I did come home with some anecdotes.
Like the pleasant surprise of once again running into "French for a While" and eating Wheat Thins and chewing some bubble gum flavored Extra gum.
Or the great story where I took the older kids to the snack stand to buy some lollipops and told Dave to watch Carter so I didn't have to take him with me. And when I came back Dave was happily chatting with friends but Carter was nowhere to be found.
We did the old "you go right, I'll go left" and I was the unlucky one that went left. I mean, I was lucky in that I found Carter safe and sound (like 1/4 mile down the beach), unlucky in that he was handed to me by a very angry, very tanned and very naked french woman. She gave me a good "Irish blessing" as my Dad says.
It's hard to be yelled at by someone not wearing a top. I just mumbled "merci" and walked away. Maybe it's a good thing that it was me and not Dave who went left.