The funny thing about driving in that sparkling good Espace is that I have a trophy with me whose value I don't quite know. Of course, I think it's fantastic and incredibly comfortable (read here for a moment), but it's maybe a bit like hanging my Chanel mattress over at my neighbor's. She sees that it's beautiful, but how great the masterpiece is, she doesn't know exactly.

Every time I refuel or make an incredibly smooth U-turn, I see men staring with their mouths open. After I have checked off all the options (is it my blonde hair? do they think this dress from Tenue de Nimes is superduper?) I suddenly realize that it’s the Espace that has their full attention. “May I ask how you got this car?” and “How does it drive?”

The funny thing is that my middle girl can now name all the features. She has discovered the automatic parking button and thinks it's great to operate the sunroof. Anyway, the car is a hit.

Just like the rest of the holiday. I am staying here at a kind of five-star resort that starts as a deluxe campsite but ends with beach houses in Polynesian style on the beach. Because I like to sit in the front row, my love also booked a little villa by the sea here. While typing this piece, I am sitting on the veranda overlooking the bay of Pampelonne where meters-high yachts are docked. I suspect that the people on the ship are busy gulping down Magnum bottles of Taitinger from the year 2000. I actually saw those lying at the local wine shop. For €1600 per bottle.

Ah, if you have it…

Yesterday my Whatsapp went off. Jetteke van Lexmond. Is here also with man and kids. That turned into wine and dancing and chatting. And today wine, train (for the kids), ice cream, and chatting.

Allergezelligst.

Today the alarm went off early because I had an appointment at the Sisley Spa in the Byblos Hotel. While I had promised Jet to join the morning workout on the beach.

So Friday. I promise it. Solemn.