All esoteric tours - the short one, anyway - start at Rennes-Le-Chateau. Yesterday it was closed, not virus closed but repairs after floods and the rebuilding of streets closed. Looked at the view.
Thence to Rennes-les-Bains - despite the roads in and out being closed (flood again). We were told it would be alright to drive if we were slow and careful and so it was...
Here is my nephew Paddy and his friend Louis in the graveyard at Rennes-les- Bains, standing under the monument to those killed in the last big floods.
Off to Alet-les-Bains next, where the church was closed and shock horror - no sprouting spring water
So shoes and sox off and a bit of a paddle.... much to the hilarity of a French lady who was loitering. She had never seen such white feet. She pointed and nearly wept with laughter.
As we wandered down to Couiza to la Perception for a VERY good lunch Louis had a call to say he'd been unconditionally accepted at Bristol University, so we were celebrating.
(Paddy had been accepted at Glasgow University last year and deffered to have a year of hedonism). What japes these young have, how unlike our day.
After an evening of Snooker with Mike and Dave, they left us this morning on the 6.30 a.m. bus, which arrived exactly at 6.30. That gets them to Carcassonne where they take the train to Toulouse where they pick up the Paris bus where they connect to the bus to Amsterdam . What can possibly go wrong?
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