After a month in Montélimar, Sam finally had to go back to work. Jed started mourning at least a week in advance and began making plans to sabotage his departure. He was especially drawn to the idea of burning Sam's plane tickets. He wanted Sam to quit his job and be his personal hot dog griller and in-house marble-playing buddy. Alas, he was unable to convince Sam that his job was unnecessary, and Sam left Montélimar for Paris on the 5:40 train Thursday night with a few marbles in his bag to remember Jed by.
A few days before he left, Sam and Jed started working this 500-piece UNICEF puzzle, which is now a permanent placemat on our table. I got drawn into it one night too after they had already done a lot of the work.
Jed spent a half day with Sam on Monday and a full day with him on Wednesday and Thursday. We took Sam out for a Bon Voyage dinner on Wednesday night to the most American restaurant in town, Buffalo Bill's, a nice steak restaurant. We all opted against steak tartare. No surprise there, I guess!
I liked the paintings on the restroom doors.
I thought that Jed might cry at the train station, but Sam was the more emotional one. Jed waited until he got home and then cried all night.