Boris dog has his passport and he came too, with a scan, a check-in and a visual nod at the ferry! We drove a couple of hundred miles inland from Caen and ended up at a stupendous Chateau in Troo, just a touch south west of Le Mans. 33 degrees each day and gentle exploration of nearby villages, markets, streets, shops and the obligatory boulanger!
Cheese, wine, chatter, patisserie and gentle company as four hounds and 12 people circulated through the house....along with Eros, the fantastic village weimaraner. We took turns to cook each night and ate well and memorably. We were a lovely mixed bunch and our trip was based on the Le Mans Classic meeting, detailed in the previous post. Impossible French style.
Fine driving, geeky MPG triumphs, taking lovely wine home, and a fine resting week from work. I had a terrific two hours of quiet, from one until three in the morning on our first day, just contemplating being while everyone else was asleep. I indulged in wine, cheese, ham and contemplation. 'Twas ideal .
Big tick for France....New York beckons next.
