|Me tucking in to some good French mille-feuille, |
like custard square but with more pastry
|Our camping-car negotiates some narrow French country roads.|
Yes, our van is nearly as wide as the entire road. Oncoming traffic be damned!
On a brighter note, the town of Saint-Saëns was gorgeous! The first house we came across was this one:
And got in trouble with the half-naked (or fully, we didn't look too hard) owner, who shouted from the top window to us - demanding I tell him why we were taking photographs of his house. Perhaps he thought we were taking pictures of him as he opened his shutters, nude?!
The walk into the town was so pretty, and the pastries were just what we needed.
|The former railway station|
|Me being very French - baguette, pastries, and a Rue 11 November 1918|
- there is one of these in every town!
|Before the cold front arrived....|
|Somme mud on the floor of the van|
|Cooking, camping-car style|
|I want this courtyard.|
|A typical French lunch, overlooking the Pas-de-Calais countryside.|
|The first time we were able to use our outdoor lunch set|
(Five minutes later it started hosing down)