Sitting on a bench along the Tarn River, I wrote a few messages and enjoyed the view before returning to my walk. I walked along the dam and through the countryside, snapping pictures and enjoying the landscape.
When I returned to my room, I started uploading pictures to Facebook. It took such a long time that I fell asleep and woke to the chime of the dinner bell. The meal consisted of ribs, salad, and ratatouille.
Those who remained at the table after eating for post-dinner conversation were treated to psychoanalysis performed by Dad. The analyses were quite entertaining and everyone seemed to have a good time.
Overall, it was a nice, uneventful day.
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