The Loire Levee

July 3, 2003

Riding along the levee. My dad was taking these pictures, and he prefers
boats to birds. He missed some lovely beflocked sandbars.

Probably in Chapelle-aux-Noix.

At lunch, we think in Brehemont. I was looking sulky
because my mother and I had just had a large fight.

The river as employed alongside Brehemont.

And again. My dad not-so-secretly wishes he had a canal boat.

Still in Brehemont. Post-lunch, less quarrelsome.

A fisherman in Brehemont, who was doing amazingly well
at getting fish to bite at his unbaited line.

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