Ther’s something really lovely about being up before the crowds on a sunday morning, and if I don’t go to the sunday market, the next best place to be is on the quayside watching the boats coming up the river. My kids cannot be roused before midday, so today I left them all in bed and headed out to meet one of the boats moored up at Rouen and welcome a group of 30 American visitors for a morning tour of the city.
My boat wasn’t there but plenty of others were, and no sooner had one set sail than another came to take its place.
I took a few moments to enjoy the spring sunshine and what promised to be another lovely sunny day. 
And then my boat came in, moored and craned in place the gang-plank and we were good to go.
By the time they had moored up along-side the other 5 boats, there wasn’t much of a view of the river!
But Ile Lacroix, Rouen’s mid-river island was just visible under the bridge bathed in an early spring morning mist.
The American visitors had walked the gang-plank not knowing what lay in store for them but since the weather was beautiful, and the buildings magnificent, I think they had a nice suprise. Many are the days that the drizzle sets in and we find ourselves bedraggled with umbrellas blown inside out and trousers soaked up to the knees. But it’s the new season, the days are warming up and the cafés are spiling once more out onto the streets.
For me, it’s the opportunity to speak english again, and it makes me laugh when I struggle to find the words after a winter of unuse. By the autumn I will be fluent in my own language again, but for now i’m still tempted to use all those words in french which perfectly describe a object, an emotion or an action, where in english only a whole sentence will do!
All too soon the tour of the city is over and I describe to our visiors how to find their boat again, or give directions to interesting places so that they can stay on shore a while longer.
And for me it’s time to buy a baguette or two and a box of eclairs before returning home where my children are just getting out of bed!
My Husband Drives A Lemon 
Your visitors are lucky to have you as their guide. Would enjoy having you share some of those French words and expressions that so perfectly fit the moment or circumstance. They may be unknown to many of us who have not spent long periods in France.
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It’s funny that when I try to think of them, they don’t come easily to mind, but then in conversation they just come into the conversation without even thinking about it. I should keep a memo pad and jot them down so that one day soon I can do a post about them. Thanks for your comment.
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So glad you had a fabulous day too, the weather is just amazing at the moment. Only two of mine will lie in until midday, the rest are up at the crack of dawn. However they have got to an age where they do stay quiet and amuse themselves and our 8 year old, bless her, always brings me orange juice in bed! Hope you have a fabulous week. By the way I sent you an email in response to our various comments about children and schools, hope you got it.
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I did thank you so much, I’ll respond by the email asap!
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