I arrived at the Gramat pool for my swimming hour on Sunday to find the place packed with at least 3,000 screaming kids and their enthusiastic parents for a swimming meet. Quelle horreur!
It must have been 50 degrees, so I loaded Thabo into the car and set out for the river. Our usual spot was inundated by more sweltering kids and their families seeking relief from the heat. Thabo goes absolutely manic near water, driving everyone nuts with his barking, so we had to leave. But on the way home, I spotted a rough track through a field and followed it to find the perfect spot for us to swim and either read The New Yorker (me) or gamble in the field (Thabo). 2CV's are fabulous for venturing off the beaten track.