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The sea is in front of us. The sand is good and the big beach. The children, the face covered with white, run, shovels and buckets by hand. They dig, find water and wonders. They shout by diverting each assault the wave which tires tirelessly their last and now fragile fortification. The sun runs away and the sky becomes less sympathetic, they still don’t want to come back, a long battle begins and the negotiation that we want at the beginning always friendly is never won. Balbec's sand is stronger and still retains it. Dinner time will again be a bad argument to get them to agree to brush their feet and go into the shower. Finally, they will continue, by escalating the few steps of the perr...