and you aren’t alone.
when there’s a dog, that means one thing. you are chez somebody. at someobody’s home. in la manche.
the day begins with a four hour road trip. then a little break at home. then a party that rolls until 7AM. then sleeping in with as much sun blocked out.
then back into a car.
toward a picnic table under the sun.
leftovers = lunch.
how can you tell when a lunch is perfect? silence. when the mouth is full, there isn’t a need for words.
after all that eating, a walk is necessary.
not just any beach. a normandy beach.
the memories of history. of course.
but also your own memories. of your friends. of all the trips out here.
so normandy beaches have double the meaning for you. they might be saturated with history that is important to the entire world, but they are also saturated with history that is important to only one person – you.
with their toes, everybody helps draw a giant rectangle in the sand.
the pink inflatable ball is brought out.
some might think it’s a dance. but it isn’t.
it’s a game.
le jeu du prisonnier – a game every french child knows by heart. you were only about twenty years late. but better later than never, no?
sometimes the poses look cool.
and sometimes they are just funny.
two goélands pass by. you can only smile.
it’s time to go.
back to evreux.
some are quicker than others.
the car is packed.
the road trip starts again.
a little bathroom break.
then it continues as the sun slowly goes away.
simple moments. boring moments perhaps if you weren’t there. but definitely the best moments.