Leïla telephones to fix the white-water rafting at the end of March or the beginning of April. They say no, that’s before the season. But in the end they agree. On the eve of the due date, we drive to a motel near the river, so as to be able to get to our destination early the following morning. When we wake up, we find snow on the ground to a depth of a couple of feet. I say: ‘Well, that’s it. We can’t go rafting in these conditions.’ But I am overruled by all the other members of the family.