Le Départ

Can't decide whether George's expression is because he's sad to be leaving, or fed up with me taking his photo. 

Our flight home isn’t until 3, so we still have the morning to enjoy the villa.  George and I even ventured into the rather chilly pool. 

The journey goes smoothly, and Stella seems pretty pleased to see us.  Indy is somewhat more inscrutable. 

Holiday begins here