it’s official: we aren’t beach people. although henri loved the sand and the deserted and shady beach at 8 am was nice, they didn’t quite compensate for the 2 hour bus ride there and back (especially with henri screaming all the way home).
on the upside, henri has become quite the photographer (see below).
at least, i salvaged the day with some great shots of the h-man. this one is, as they say, priceless. and, considering how often he smiles for the camera, it’s also rare.