Wake up time is 7:00 am. I'm tired as I worked the night before until 23:15.
Laure, as usual, is doing her HUGE continental breakfast with chocolate, orange juice, honey and different kind of biscuits.
Me, sleeping 'till the very last minute. I wake up tired and not really in the mood for travelling, which for me, it's a quite an unusual feeling. Anyway I force myself to find some enthusiasm and put it in filling up our bag with the last things left outside.
Around 8:30 we are finally ready to depart. Everything is well fixed on my Vespa and I accustom myself again at this sweet operation, that we'll accompanies us almost everyday during the holiday.
"It takes more to get out from these f***ing traffic lights that actually travel" is what I think when, exactly at 9:00, we pass under the "Tour Eiffel".
Finally we are out from the city and good moments start to come!
The weather, our first worry, luckily it's not that bad as we left the clouds behind, in Paris, and some light, but still worm, sun is on us.
We stop to eat our wonderful self-made sandwich in a little village called "Pré-en-Pail" and there we realize that the rain is soon to come. Before living than I put my k-way and Laure her wide poncho. Our fears turned into reality when, thirty minutes before arriving at our destination, an incredible dense amount of water start to fall down, over our heads.
It didn't last more than twenty minutes but it had sufficed to soak us completely.It's 4:00pm, we are tired and the weather is very cloudy. Not a perfect mix to start a holiday but my moody period is gone. Travelling feels good.
We go for a first quick visit in Mont Saint Michel, than come back near the hotel to look for a restaurant, where I order "moules & frittes", the first one (and one of the best) of a long series during this holiday.
At the hotel we listen some "Arcade Fire" with some "dried leaves" before going to bed...