Friday July 14th, 1995
Biarritz-Monaco: 950 km by car.

Today I do what one should never do
on July 14
when travelling in France:
drive.


It is 7:45 am.




My friends and I split
an hour ago.
They are going strait to Ibiza
(where we'll meet in a week)

and I go back to Monaco.


On my way I visit my friend Romain
and his family in Aix.





It's been a while,
maybe 7 years,
since we last saw each other.


We talk about the Web...
He starts to understand
that the Net will change his life
as a doctor.


Explaining that cachaca is bad for us
he makes me an Absolut caipirinha.


I could quit margarita for this...


yesterday tomorrow