The weather today was absolutely fantastic, and on whim, Jean-Daniel and his sister decided now was the time to go to the beach (the English Channel). Well for me, I had either the choice of a strenuous day of training in the bike saddle getting ready for some upcoming races, or a relaxing picnic and a stroll along the beach - it wasn't a touch decision.
So off we went... Jean-Daniel decided we didn't need the GPS and would go by "feeling"...well, we arrived later than planned, but nevertheless the village of Tréport was worth the trip! Snacking on fresh bread, wonderful (aka. "smelly") cheeses, and other simple French delicacies, we sat perched atop the white Normandy cliffs overlooking the blue waters of "La Manche" (the "sleeve" in French) - the cliff's edge a mere 10 feet away. And there we picnicked, soaking in the sun, the food, and of course the breathtaking view. Only in France can you picnic tranquilly, one misstep away from your death...I know of nowhere else where the rules were made to be broken quite like here in France - I find it refreshing.
The town itself was pretty cool too - a more commercialized than most French villages, but rather untouched in comparisoon to the American standard.
Definitely a cool afternoon to remember.
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