It's easy in France to satisfy the traveling desires of everyone in the family. Especially during ice cream season. With Hoppy, Jean, and Dan, we drove to Domme, ate sandwiches and admired the view, and just when admiring the view and the lovely town got to be too much for the children, we found ice cream. The peach-gooseberry combination was really really good.
After Domme we split up and Chris and I took the kids to La Forêt des Ecureuils for the rest of the afternoon. Everyone seemed to catch on to the carabiner clipping-on and -off without problems, and away they went into the treetops along with the other climbers. The sounds of German and Scandinavian languages I couldn't identify floated through the leaves.
Of course I'd have been up there myself swinging from platform to platform like a happy baboon, but someone had to take pictures. Tant pis for me.
