The kids were desperate for a swim, so we decided to take them to the local municipal pool for a swim. Mark decided he would swim with them and I would sit on the side and watch and write in my journal. It took us a while to navigate the payment system and the rules around where you can and can't wear shoes and where to get changed and leave your clothes because you couldn't take anything into the pool area, it all had to be checked in. I decided I wasn't leaving the Longchamp behind the counter so mark and the kids went in while I went to the car to put my bag and marks camera away. When I came back in they obviously realized I intended to go in and watch. The man who ran the pool came over and explained in halting French/English that I was not allowed to go because I Had Clothes On!! Yes that's right, no bathers, no entry basically. it is prohibited Madame , he said, I am sorry.
He had to go and get Mark so I could tell him that I couldn't come in. I made the most of my time though and went shopping at the large Super Marche next door!!
Mark said even the kids doing learn to swim we're on their own, no parents. Mind you it has merit, all those days I've sweltered at the bloody Clarence pool it would have been nicer to be able to legitimately go and get a coffee and come back went they were finished!!
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