We promised Noah we'd go to the beach on this trip. And as they say in French, "il ne perd pas le nord" (he has a one-track mind)... he asked countless times when we would go to the beach.
Finally, the day arrived.... clearly without the weather we were hoping for... but we went anyway.
And we even braved the water, up to our shins, for the adults, and up to our waists, for the kids. It was a balmy 68°F, air and water both.
I enforced a warm-up time after Benjamin and Noah ran back up the beach, shivering and covered in goose bumps:
And more time was spent playing with the little pebbles than playing in the water.
Benjamin and his friend Alexandre were extremely proud of their
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