Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
How difficult can it be to find a restaurant that’s open at lunchtime ? Unless you’re by the seaside, it’s apparently near impossible.
A lazy morning followed by a lazy afternoon in a quiet town and an early night. Zzzzzzz.
We had to wave goodbye to Granny and Grandad, and then consoled ourselves with a beach and some ice creams.
On this day we reached a new peak of inactivity. It should probably be a trough of inactivity
We needed a relatively relaxed day, so we took the kids to the beach for a plodge in the sea.
Today we resolved to do nothing much in particular. We were successful. Apart from the bit where we went out for dinner.
The Île d’Aix is a small island of the coast a little south of La Rochelle which is accessible only by boat, and where there are no cars.
From the outside, the Château de La Roche-Courbon looks like it was designed by someone who owns a lot of Disney Princess dolls. It’s very photogenic.