By the time we stood on the wall at Saint-Malo,
high above
the shore,
the water
blue,
green,
aquamarine,
we had left our hotel in Bordeaux,
watched husband and wife embracing,
before gearing up, mounting each their own Harley, grey.
driven north,
stayed the first of three nights in Laval.
He had followed in the small car with baby two,
me well ahead in the Tesla with babies one and three,
two friends from Porto, teens,
two water dogs from Portugal,
two cats on laps in carriers.