When I go to see Pierre at his business in the suburbs of Le Havre, I usually drive over a short bridge in Harfleur.
Looking at the water in the river and at the houses behind, I often tell me that it would be worth while to stop and take a walk. The place looks quite interesting.
But I'm usually in a hurry, and when I'm not, it rains like last time. It seems there's always an excuse for me to hurry on.
I'm afraid it makes me miss a lot!