A long weekend

We arrived mid week in France on a public holiday. Today is another public holiday. How very Australian of them.

Saturday is swimming day for Emma so she was woken from her first nap of the day only to be dunked head first into the water. She seemed to enjoy it as much as Annette and Jeremy who were in the water with her. 

From there it was to a shop that sells only frozen foods and back home for lunch and a nap before heading out into what the weather app described as 'near record temperatures'. 36 degrees in France seems cooler than 36 in Australia but maybe I'm just being patriotic.

I ran 2.2 km without getting too far away from home. Later, as Jeremy, Claire and Emma went to a baby music class, we did a pilates class on the hard wooden floor. Pizza for dinner to replenish all the calories burned.

Sunday markets, and as is quite ofter the case, they were ok but with the cheapest records being 5 euros I didn't dip into the wallet too much. Just a Telly Savalas and Michael Nesmith (pronounced 3 different ways by 3 of us) record to add to the collection. I'm still amazed at how many records I look at when I go to markets that I already own.

It was a bit of a dodgy area so we sought a bread/pastry shop on the way home. It was empty when we entered and the line was out the door when we left, as the editor was like herself in such a shop and had much difficulty in deciding how her daily sugar fix would be fulfilled. Fyi, I got a baguette that was better than any cake purchased. 

Emma seems to like us, which is good. She seems very close to standing up and she is very curious, so watch this space.

Another failed game of Scrabble where they ganged up on me, so I have officially retired. Claire made the secret family recipe cake. It was good. Maybe one day I will share my crunchy nut cornflake and ice cream recipe with her in exchange. Wait, it's in the cookbook we gave them. D'oh.

Monday we went early to the park for Emma to see a peacock, sheep, pigeons and lots of ducks. 

Home for leftover pizza (unheated for those of us who really appreciate good food). In the arvo we left Claire and Emma home and drove to a beachy area with Jeremy (Le Cap-Ferret). From across the bay we could see the sandhills we climbed previously. It was an interesting little place and if you want a good oyster, I am told that this is the place. 

On the way home, we joined a line of every car doing what we had been doing on a long weekend. This disrupted the ice cream demands of the 2 in the front seats. The shops spotted along the way were closed, then at 3:59 one was spotted. However it closed at 4:00 before a car door could be opened. Ice cream fail at 3:59 but they eventually got their ice creams at another shop by double parking in a bus stop. I save my money in case Telly Savalas has another record. 

We tried dodging traffic according to Google Maps but it was a slow trip home.

A stop at another massive shop on the way back and then home to the news that Emma can now pull herself up to stand, something she repeated many times in her cot, when sleeping should have been the preferred activity.