Friday, 17 August

We were sad to leave Vic and the Esnaults and the woods and fields around their equestrian spread. It was a good stay, even for the rain. (Mais il fait beau entre la pluie” insists Monsieur—“It’s beautiful between rains”. The big lie in Brittany is that it’ll be fine tomorrow—they mean between rains.
I was lucky to get an hour of sunshine to take some photos.
The Esnaults’ son lives in Wisconsin. Madame told me he learned English with an English accent and when he got to Wisconsin he couldn’t understand people. Now, she says, he's learned American English and he can’t understand people in England. He’s married to a Venezuelan girl who, besides her native language, also speaks English and French flawlessly. Her mother speaks only Spanish, and Madame is sad that she has never been able to speak directly with her daughter-in-law’s family.