Saturday morning, Robb drove me to the airport, where I boarded a plane to JFK airport. I met Martha in the airport, and we flew to France. The flight was fairly empty, so we managed to stretch out. However, despite much creative folding, I failed to find a comfortable position, and stayed awake for the entire flight. Our stepmother Anne met us at the airport in Nice. It was an easy, if exhausting journey.
We hung out with my dad and Anne, and had a lovely lunch, and then I went to bed until 10pm. I staggered downstairs in time to tell everyone goodnight and have some late supper, and now I'm going back to sleep.
This little gecko was up by the ceiling in the kitchen. Not a very good photo of this cute little guy.