There is something magical about lights in the dark.
We had driven for hours heading for the ferry. We needed a stop. Honfleur was near, we had heard nice things so we dipped off the motorway and wound our way to the chic harbour town; all of us feeling slightly cross and rumpled. There, in the fairy lit dark, magic happened. Finn spotted the carousel and begged to go on. As we watched him spin to the slightly tinny music we started to smile and glow in the prettiness of it . The carousel, the well named merry-go-round, made us merry. It was, after all, a perfect last night in France.