Sven and I went to LeCount yesterday afternoon. Down the beach,
we spied paragliders, so we set off at a fast clip and walked all the way to White Crest. I could never paraglide, not in my wildest dreams, but Sven would probably have enjoyed this sport had it existed when he was younger. My admiration for these fearless souls knows no bounds. Yesterday the wind was not cooperating much. We stood and watched as the men and women tried to launch into the air, got strings tangled, stopped, re-started, tried again. One fellow had mastered all the techniques and gracefully zipped back and forth along the crest of the dune. What fun he was having! 
