2 days left.
Florence has decided to come home with us, too. Looks like Jeanne will have to die alone for 6 days.
We watched shooting stars again, but tomorrow night is supposed to be the peak time for them.
We went galloping on the beach, as promised, at last. They had gone without me the other time. I wasn't supposed to know, but it slipped out. This time we left Jeanne at reception.
Éloïse and Florence's parents will have to rent something to have enough space to bring all our stuff back without taking two cars.
Jeanne and I will go kayaking tomorrow. I think we will have the afternoon off. We may also buy t-shirts from some famous artist who is supposedly appearing on Tout Le Monde En Parle next fall or spring.