Week 5, we depart Brest

Saturday morning early saw the families and students gather at Moulin Blanc for our departure. As was expected, there were many tears. The students had grown close to their host families for over five weeks. The attachment is real and in many cases life-long. Of course, there were smiles as well. It's been a great summer after all...

Pas de larmes!

On les aime!

Boys band, part 1.

Well, maybe.

The host families don't cry...

Who says the French don't hug?

Boys Band part 2

A pelouche makes everything better!

Alla, Gilles and Lucy

The host dog has to bid
farewell!

Au revoir!

Gang de filles!

Yet another pelouche

Food dispels tears. 

It's not adieu!


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