Jeanne really needed to get out of the apartment and away from the city, so we came to Morlaix on Monday. We flew from Orly to Brest since they couldn't assure us seats on the train. It turned out to be a very long trip; we left in a taxi at eleven o'clock and the flight was about a half hour late taking off. Arriving in Brest we had a car waiting for us, but were given the wrong space number to find it. After an hour of searching on two different levels of the parking garage, we finally located the car. The trip to Morlaix took about fifty minutes, and then we stopped for groceries before going to the house. All of these delays were magnified by a three-year-old who had to be fed, entertained and taken to the bathroom, and a three-week-old who had to be breast-fed, bottle-fed and changed. And both of whom missed their naps.
Arrival at Morlaix always feels relaxing because Jeanne's parents have made us feel so welcome. Juliet was immediately in the pool with her Grandpere, I had a cup of tea and James was eating. Again. The rest of us had a wonderful late dinner of fish, sauteed potatoes and zucchini, salad, bread and cheese and an apple pie made by Jeanne, with apples from the tree in the yard.
Tuesday was a rainy day in Morlaix, but we went to Primel to meet Laetitia, Lukaz and Romane for lunch and it turned out to be sunny and mild (but windy as usual) there. We had been looking forward to crepes but all the creperies were closed on Tuesdays! Jeanne and Jean went to the marche' and bought hachi parmentier and sausage with potatoes as well as a package of crepes for the children. So we had a delightful lunch followed by a nice walk around Primel with the little girls, Jean, Jeanne and me. And Sylla, Jean's dog, who the girls were delighted to order around with commands which had to be repeated at least five times before Sylla would sit or stay or go. Juliet even had Sylla on the leash for a little while, although she weighs less than Sylla so it was a bit difficult for Juliet to hold her ground. That didn't stop her, though; she's one determined little girl!
When we got back to Morlaix Juliet and I got in the pool while Jean watched James and Jeanne went shopping. Both Juliet and James were very fussy during the early part of the evening; once again their naps had been cut very short and they were cranky. For once when bedtime came Juliet didn't put up any objections; she just said "Bonne nuit" and toddled off to bed. James is still up as I write this at 12:30 A.M. on Wednesday. I'm waiting to give him his last bottle so Jeanne can sleep a little. She is worn out!
I'm actually looking forward to our return trip to Paris, by train, on Thursday. After Monday the train doesn't sound so bad. Feed the kids and hope they nap the rest of the way home. Yes, I'm a cockeyed optimist. One can't travel with small children and infants without being an optimist.
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