I got up very early - Son#3's nightmare and #2's inquisitiveness.
We drove to Vannes on the southern coast.
Lovely, but the enormous amount of tourists milling about ruined it a wee bit.
In between, keeping track of 3 boys is daunting.
Then further south, to Pont Blanc, where we caught the boat to Ile-Aux-Moines.
Simply wonderful.
There, also, droves of tourists, and bicycles galore, but we walked up through narrow streets and down again, to a narrow strip of beach.
The boys built small rafts and sandcastles until we left again for the boat back to the mainland.
I had a major meltdown in the car back to Rennes, tired from getting up too freaking early, tired from a constant fever, life in general and raising three defiant and energetic boys.
I cried for 70 kilometres.
At home, the husband took charge: sandwiches for dinner and straight to bed.
Tomorrow we begin this shit all over again.
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