Cafe de la Halle

A balmy, beautiful day which would surely have melted the ice on even the loftiest mountain roads. But I was taking no risks.
Swimming instead - several lengths, Miranda trying backstroke and Gabby trying to bob his face under water, a walk into the Place and coffee and croissants in Joelle's cafe, to stave off the famished state the children were bound to be gripped with on the way home. Frantic word games in the car, to keep them awake as the day slipped away.