"It's snowing, Macks," said Jake to his cat. "Come sit by the fire. Snooze on your mat. Just look out the window. It's too cold to play. Let's ride my sled on a warmer day." But Macks was too frisky ... [+]
"Come on, come on, come on, before the moment's gone" The lyrics of "No. 1 Party Anthem" by the Arctic Monkeys rang through the summer air. It had been a red hot summer, right from June, covering France with its stifling blanket of sun. And even now, at the end of August, it continued to stifle vacationers. "I would love to have one last swim in the sea," said Ilse, pensive as ever. It was the end, the end of the summer, the end of the vacation, the end of adolescence. They were going to go away, each to a different place. Paris for Jules, Lannion for Edwige, Lille for Simon, Munich for Ilse.