Yann's mother was with us on the last leg of the trip. As we had no plan other than to arrive in Marseille sooner or later, we asked her if there was anywhere she wanted to visit between Rennes and our home.
My Belle Mere (mother in law) mentioned a village she had seen years ago. We told her we were taking the back roads, and like the trooper she is, she was up for the adventure.
My Belle Mere amazes me. Simply makes eighty three look like sixty. I would say forty but then I would feel like a slug at the fifty some I am.
She amazes me.
So does her son.
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