On Saturday, we bid farewell to Feng with a distinctly French touch. His train to Charles de Gaulle Airport left 50 minutes late due to some mysterious French delays, and the train station was utterly chaotic, as all services between Nantes and Angers were delayed. It felt eerily familiar…
My brother, who was also in Nantes for a few days, departed on Sunday. Just like when we arrived in June, it was suddenly just my mum, Mark, and me (along with the cat).
We reorganized our backpacks and sleeping arrangements and developed new plans. It’s still summer, and I intend to savor it for as long as I can.
We kicked off the week at the beach once again. The weather is warmer than it was in July, and the place is still buzzing with holiday-goers, despite August 15 traditionally marking the end of the summer holidays.
Les Sables d’Olonne changes with each visit, influenced by the tides and weather—I never tire of its vibrant colors!