A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
White Cliffs of Dover
So, easy peasy, bought the ferry ticket with SeaFrance on t'internet and here we were, with time enough to spare to stick on the headlight converters and slouch around feeling excited.
Oh, so casual
with the white cliffs in the background and a beautiful, calm sea.
Isn't she lovely?
Three photos in one here, mouseover to see a second one and click to see a third.
Chambre d'hote
We'd driven down to Abbeville, thinking how pretty the country'side was all the way down. Abbeville though was a bit too big and I was feeling nervous about leaving the car with the bikes on the roof and so we drove out to St Riquer to find someone smaller. St Riquer was chosen at random really and once there we saw signs for a chambre d'hote and decided to see what it was like.
It turned out to be lovely as the three picture here suggest (rollover and click for the other two). We popped into the village to have dinner and that was pretty good too.
We got right into the mood and had kir and Ricard for an aperitif - Pips said hello to the dogs and we plunged into conversation in spite of the lamentable standard of our French.