x-alt.fun: events

We'd spotted a clothes stall where all the clothes were hand-made and most unusual. This was the changing room - the princess changing room.rn

I shouldn't say it but Ambazac was not the nicest of places we'd stayed. It was a bit sad somehow, nothing particularly pretty and a little lacking in atmosphere. The main thing of note we spotted, just up from Carrefour, was the big notice telling us of the recovering of the carpark that'd just been finished. Having been finished there wasn't even this to look forward to.

But the people were lovely - everyone we met was nice to us, and the hotel, though a little old-fashioned in the decor, did very good food.

Walking down the main street, still high from seeing the newly tarmacked car-park, we passed a house where all the flowers in the window were dead and the back gate to the 'garden' was open... and offered this view.

The next morning we drove just 20 minutes to the next town, Bessines, which was a delight, several patisserie, nice bars, a little town square where they were setting up a market and from where we bought some fagot - like little dried sausages, like spanish fuet.

The night before our return we drove to St Omer and stayed there. We didn't like it one bit. It reminded me too much of the Bigg market, shell suits, people with white socks, larger and lime. We were happy to leave.

The morning of our departure we drove slowly towards Calais and stopped in Guînes. I wish we'd stopped here it was a pretty little place with the most friendly person in the tourist office you're ever likely to meet. She told us of this place to have lunch in Calais, La Mer.

We had half a dozen oy'sters, the tastiest fish soup and then scallops and monkfish gratin. What a nice way to say goodbye to France.

I'm not sure if this bug wanted to come with us or just didn't want us to go. Is it waving?