We left the car on our pitch —garage mort— the french call it, paying only a small retainer. Pips had not had the best nights sleep but then it alway's takes a night or two to get comfy in a tent, in the cold, on the hard, hard ground, with only a three-quarter length matress that's only an inch thick. I don't know why.
This fella saw me talking a photo, well it was just such a perfect french image: man with beret driving 2CV. So, I chatted to him as he came out, of course. Much hilarity.