Sitting on the harbor, eating a crepe for lunch and enjoying the sun. Up rides a guy in black leather on his motorcycle and stops right next to our table. Once he gets off, he picks his little boy up off the back of the motorcycle clad in a black leather jacket, big sleek helmet with the visor and a plastic gun. The man then proceeds to hand the little boy a single red rose. With the gun clenched in is left hand and the red rose tucked behind is back in his right hand, the little boy strides up the woman selling crepes and hands it to her. The crepe woman takes a quick break from cooking, kisses the boy and the cheek and tells him she loves him and to run back to daddy. Its moments like that make you love life.
Bad News: no beaches close to us
Good News: no NUDE beaches close to us
The pictures speak for the rest of the trip. We loved old port, Notre Dame, and the little islands off the coast. The waters were gorgeous!
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