We made love a little later....

in the late afternoon, again that evening, and once more the following morning. Such frenzy was little unusual; we were both conscious of the fact that we were about to enter a difficult time, when Valérie would once more be stupefied with work, problems, and calculations. The sky was an immaculate blue, the weather almost warm. It was probably one of the last fine weekends before the autumn. After making love on Sunday morning, we took a long stroll on the beach. I looked in surprise at the neoclassical, slightly kitschy hotel buildings. When we arrived at the far end of the beach, we sat down on the rocks.

PLATFORM/Michel Houellebecq