The husband got up and cycled with Son#1 to the town close by to buy croissants and a baguette for breakfast.
A farmer is busy collecting straw bales in the fields.
It is quiet and I don't miss my life at all.
On Sunday we'll drive to Le Croisic, a smallish town on a peninsula, and spend the night there in a hotel.
A holiday within a holiday.
But first, Rennes' planetarium this afternoon.
Coffee somewhere.
Tonight some sardines on the barbecue for the husband and the gourmand, a.k.a. Son#2.
A glass of wine.
Something to read.
I could get used to this.
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