We all went to Quiberon with my family over Christmas. Both my grandmothers made it, which was very special. During her Christmas vacation, Lucie did lots of things.
She fished, landed, and photographed a 2-foot shark:
She perfected the "pick-me-up-you-fool-'cause-you-know-i'm-cute" look:
She started to play with all sorts of toys, with a soft spot for the bee that plays 'twinkle twinkle little star' (or "ah vous dirais-je maman" as the French call it), courtesy of Aunt Morgane - great gift.
She smiled a lot.
She went for a walk to the Cote Sauvage with the whole family.



She 4-wheel drove on the Cote Sauvage in her stroller. (great action shot from Michele)
She got made fun of by uncle Bertrand.

She went to see the megaliths around Quiberon. Here are some alignments in Carnac. Those neolithic dudes really had nothing better to do than to line giant stones up (and that's only a small subset).
She visited a 7000 year-old tomb (under the pile of rocks).
And another one (OK, this one is only roughly 6000 years old)
Dad made her crawl inside the tomb.
She saw a beautiful moonrise over the beach.
She started to play with her mouse while lying in Dad's vintage 1970's fold-up bed.
She got to play with Dad's great new cooking toys.
She traveled at 300km/h in a high-speed train on the way back to Paris.





























