Bouillon

A lovely drive to Bouillon.

We went to the castle (nobody around!).

The husband scared the bejesus out of Son#1 and #3, hiding in dark corners.

It ended  in tears but the husband, Son#2 and I laughed our socks off.

Beautiful views.

We went looking for a pizza restaurant but they were all closed and the natives were getting restless.

We stopped at a viewpoint high above the Semois, not a soul in sight.

Home again, with Son-of-Satan Son#3, and petty fights, missing gloves & near frostbite.

Early to bed, I beg you.

Tomorrow is our last full day.

We might go to Bastogne (there is a war museum), or to Luxembourg again to go ice skating.

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