A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
06/07/2016
We decided to go on a bike ride up the river, just a slow two wheeled stroll. In fact we ended up having lunch up the river and Pips had some trout in a lemon butter sauce with macaroni and roasted almonds that's become her favourite and I've recreated at home. It's become a family favourite.
07/07/2016
In the night Pippa needed something from the car. Urgently. So, in a dazed bleary state, I pulled on some trousers, got out of the tent, opened the car, put the keys down, found what Pips wanted and then shut the door. Keys inside. Car locked.
I'd always wondered why the Ford we had appeared to have two types of locking, you press the button once and it locks, you press it again and it locks. I never knew the difference until the next morning when Monsieur Moreau told me. It appears that if the key is pressed once it locks but you can open it by putting some flexible metal doodah down by the window glass. If you press it twice it won't open, without a key. Ever.
Monsieur Moreau rang around all the Ford dealers and found one with glass for our Fiesta, he then found out which window they had the most stock for; and then he broke that window. We had to wait two days for the window to arrive and for him to fit it. Luckily it was good weather and we were in a low crime district.
The news of our 'accident' spread around the village like wild fire. Everyone knew. The word of the day was "Putain" - you can look it up.