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.
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.