It's getting somber around here, for tomorrow we must send Adri and Jack on their way to the City of Lights. The chick mobile made its farewell rounds today while daddy took Sophie, Jack and I to the pool. The ladies blew through Cannes because they were not feeling the motivation to get out of the car and walk through yet another busy shopping area. Adri, who may be the least competent co-pilot yet, said that St. Tropez was just a stones throw from Cannes and that we should make our way there. After buzzing around the winding cliffs that hug the Mediterranean, it was determined St. Tropez wasn't nearly as close as originally thought. After a pit stop at the beloved boulongerie for some bread and sweets, we were off and running to St. Raphael for a 40 minute tour of the town. They were explicitly told by the big papa to be home at 5:30 which left them little time to explore much. They came across a flea market where many finds were found at very affordable prices. The ladies have now assumed their normal position around the table with wine glass in hand while Adri prepares what will be our last supper. At least for daddy and Meema. Lauren and mama will start their juice fast tomorrow so it's anyone's guess as to how the others will get their nutrition.