Granny: I'm just going to be sitting quietly in the back, a not-speaking granny.
Grunkle: That's the untruth of the century.
Granny: Hey! That's no way to treat a nice little granny.
This was the exchange which kicked off our road trip to La Baule, the largest beach in all of Europe, and one of the most beautiful. Before leaving was marked only by me trying a new food, toast with green gauge jam. It was orange colored, and tasty.
On our drive out we saw Hercules, the shetland pony, and played a really scary game called "Will we make it?"
Rules of Will we Make it:
1) Do something vaguely risky in a car.
2) Shout, "Will we make it?"
3) Make it.
This little town has a very particular style and attitude. Whenever Granny or Grunkle finds an example of the quintessential town-ie-ness, they remark, "That is SO La Baule." I kid you not.
An entire pack of ladies wearing matching floral body suits? So La Baule.
Putting up a wall around your house to protect the privacy of your "swimming tub?" So La Baule.
Every single restaurant having cute waiters? Pretty much fantastic.
Unfortunately/Fortunately I am chained to my loyal Grandparents, who are holding out for a gentleman with a yacht. Who is in my age range. In the meantime I am the slave de la garden, toiling away in the rather crappy weather Brittany has had of late.
But I don't dwell on this.
Today in La Baule was the SALES day, where all the stores take the stuff they didn't sell this summer and price for way less in little stalls outside. It's pretty great. I got some poufy pants and a floaty dress, and a hat that is ADORABLE.
The beach was great, very sunny and unpopulated. The afternoon was punctuated only by my book being confiscated for dinner and dinosaurs. We are watching as I type a documentary (I watched this already with Shporty in English) about dinos. The wise elders currently sit entralled by the adventures and near-death experiences of the soon-to-be-extinct Oscar the herbivore. I think this is a plot by the documentarians to get you to sympa with the scaley thing by naming it. All he does is eat leaves and piss off the "Gargantuas" or T-Rex's. I have higher standards for my dinosaurs.
Grandparent quote of the day:
Me: You seem to share the housework very well.
Granny: We do. Grunk is very good.
Grunkle: No I'm not! I'm very bad.
Granny: Ah, quite right, you're very bad.
Grandparent good deed of the day:
Grunkle fetching water for this sweet little 5 year old who needed her watering can refilled every couple of minutes from the sea. Back breaking work.
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