Lacanau Océan, France; coucher du soleil, 16 avril 2011.
I got out of the teste connaissance française at 15h32. I walked the 15 minute route past the roman ruins home and I texted my friend Anais, remembering she had told me to do so before we would meet up at 17h, the plans unknown to me. I texted her asking if we were still meeting up and she responded: “oui chez moi! prends des habits chaud aussi! on va passer la soirée a arcachon et on revient quand on en a marre.”
i biked to her house, we all got in her sister’s car and we went—but not to arcachon. at lacanau we ran, danced, and jumped along the beach, took photos, drank heinekens, ate sandwiches, etc. it was picturesque perfect. a good beginning to the end.
parfois la vie française est belle