A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
This was just one of the sets of people I chatted to. He'd spotted my scar from the triple bypass which started the conversation. Their tibetan terrier was the next topic, over a nice glass of red they gave me. I carried on chatting to the woman while he went to get frites and was still chatting by the time he came back. In spite of my less than heartfelt protestations that I wasn't hungry they insisted I share their humungous portion of chips, which I happily did.
I'd strolled out before the sun set and, in the boules pitches adjacent to the campsite, were lots of these lime trees. I'd been seeing lots of them and didn't know what they were called at the time. They are very fragrant and hum with the number of bees in them.
I'd met a dutch woman earlier in the afternoon, largely because of her Jack Russell terrier and the Jack Russell and Maltese Terrier cross, and she was out walking her dogs. We strolled about for a while and loop she looked up the name of the tree in her dutch/french dictionary for me.