Black stone / Red and white chalk on grey paper – 7,48 x 5,51 inch – Unique work

This year, I’ve made up my mind, for the summer holidays, we will visit our friends living in the Côte d’Armor. A beautiful region. An old house, entirely with stones, to restore from top to bottom.

My daughter will be with her two mates: Max and Yann three years older. As for me, I will be pampered with coffee with milk, pancakes with salted butter and nutella, thrillers borrowed from the video club just around the corner. I just can’t wait.

The trip went well, without a hitch, with my brand new car, a Peugeot 206 which I am very happy with. My daughter really behaved. She sang during the whole journey! Nevertheless, we are happy to have made it safely.

On schedule: rest, a little rest … and above all … rest! And also, long walks on the path of the Douaniers. And also, delicious Indonesian dishes stewed by my friend. And also, the Indonesian national holiday celebrated at the house of friends of my friends with loads of indonesian food cooked with love and all these laughter and complicities in mother tongue. Awesome!

The only dark shadow ? The weather …. Yes, it can be very very gorgeous, but also very very bad. Anyway, it will never be hot, well too hot. I mean the heat wave up there, nobody has ever known it. It’s so great. However, when it rains and it is 53,6 degrees Fahrenheit … you’d better not to be camping under a tent. And during those moments, what were we doing? We were just changing maps !

A foolproof technique for bathing. When you arrive on the beach, get all naked! Well, all in swimsuit. And before you know it, straight to the water. Up to mid thigh, it’s ok, I can manage. Then it’s a bit more complicated. The best days, the water is only 64,4 degrees Fahrenheit. So I take a big breathe, I splash myself a little, and my daughter too and off we go! We swim, and swim. Well, I swim and she buzzes. A few minutes, quickly, running on the beach, wrapped by a thick and soft towel, I lie down and I stay still. In fact, I run after my daughter.

What? The holidays are already over?