On Sunday we woke up with 200 moskito stings. Mikkel was worst on the back, Ronja on the face. We had left the window open not knowing the hotel was next to a lake. Had a great breakfast, which was lovely, then drove towards Lille.

Stopped at Tyne Cot cementry to see the thousands of graves of young Canadian and British boys and men who died at the fields of Ypres during the great war. It moved all of us, especially because of what is going on in the world, but also because some of them were only thirteen!

Then we went to Lille.Only after checking in and going for a day we realised it was bastille day 14th of July. Walk in the park, drink by the river, food at a bistro,- snails and all! – then football match and fireworks. So lucky!