|Our bus driver knew of a lookout point, where he let us out for a brief photo opp.|
|I'm not sure why, but I enjoy taking pictures of people taking pictures. My dad is quite the photography buff!|
|My cute parents.|
|I love the way chamomile (or some other adorable, tiny, daisy-like flower) grows with the grass everywhere I look.|
|I love sheep.|
One of the students asked our guide if the stories about the deadly quicksand around Mont Saint-Michel were true. He responded that yes, they are true, and that one of his colleagues perished in the quicksand a couple of years ago! What the?!
My mom and I saw groups of people coming out of the quicksand with mud halfway up their legs. Why would anyone venture into quicksand on purpose?? I read online that people like to walk across the sand from the mainland instead of driving across the causeway. Okay, then... we all have our idiosyncrasies. Laughing in the face of danger has never been one of mine.
After our tour was completed, we all made our way back to the parking lot where our bus awaited. All but one student, who didn't return for another hour (!). Marc's pet peeve, too.
We went to Dinan to stay the night, and found our family suite to be charming and spacious.
|There was even a plush hedgehog on Eva's bed for all her snuggling needs.|
The front desk recommended a restaurant that was good for kids and served pasta, so we headed there post-haste. The problem was that they had changed their menu and no longer served pasta! Eva had fries for her birthday dinner and declined a post-dinner crêpe. Sigh. The only thing to do was to open gifts and go to bed.
|There it is! The smile we had been waiting for all day.|