This weekend, I went to see my parents. Since I don't have a car, because I don't really like to drive and also "because I'm a guy" to giggle at my sister Dominique who accompanied me, I don't often go to Sainte-Croix, the village of my childhood.
My father just told me the news. His century-old mother died last night at around 2:30. So she didn't want to face the hot summer weather.