Sunday—a little sad, as it’s my last Sunday in France for awhile. Vincent arrived in the morning, to join his family. Jean went out hunting with his dog, and the rest of the family went to Primel to eat crepes at Le Gouter Breton. It’s a small creperie restaurant about a block from the family’s house. We had lots of fun at lunch, and many photos were taken of darling, dramatic Romane, Juliet in various people’s arms, and Vincent and Lukaz and their chocolate mustaches.
After lunch we took a long walk on the beach, and I couldn’t help but think that this is why the French stay slim—they walk, and walk and walk. It was a perfect day to be at the beach. It was warm (for February) with not much wind. As we walked and talked I thought again about how Jeanne’s family has made me feel at home here.
Back at the beach house, we received our Sunday visitors: Herve and Martine and their daughter Charlotte, and Vincent’s best friend Tony. Herve is pictured above, with Juliet and Jeanne. We had coffee, tea and conversation. On the way back to Morlaix we stopped at two antique shops. Matt told me that the furniture sold there would be five or ten times as much in a Parisian antique shop. He and Jeanne have often talked about the possibility of opening a store in Paris, and bringing in antiques from Brittany. I didn’t do any buying, but it was fun to look!
Back in Morlaix we spent a nice evening together, with dinner, kids playing, adults talking, watching the Olympics and all the normal family activities. (I love being in Morlaix with the family, but there are entirely too many people here who want to hold Juliet. That is supposed to be my job!) But I guess being part of a family means one has to give in, be flexible, share and forgive. The rewards outweigh the sacrifices.
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