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No More France!
Well, maybe a little....
On Thursday evening, we managed another very good meal, in a restaurant that was otherwise deserted (although, to be fair, we were early by local standards. We'd spent the day either in or close to the hotel, lazing about and only emerging to wander around the weekly market, eat ice creams bigger than our heads (and, when I say 'our', I mean Mike has one...) and go to a creepy museum that was apparently made up of an old lady's collection of dolls that had taken over the ground floor of her house.
On Friday, after a brief stop in Orange (Roman), we headed off to Geneva, via lots of topography.
Geneva seems nice. We had a wander through the old town, caught sight of the fountain from a hill-top park and agreed that it looked incredibly badly bluescreened, wandered along the lake shore and wondered if we'd offended the fountain into turning itself off early, and finally had a lovely, if expensive, dinner in a restaurant called something like The Pig's Trotter (it was on the menu, but we didn't try it).
The hotel, La Cour des Augustins, was very nice but for two things: they provided a duvet but no sheet, so the air con was needed, and the bathroom had automatic lights, designed by a sad, lonely individual who had never even considered the possibility of one day sharing a bed with another person....
Today, we had another little wander around town and then, pausing only to get the hotel to extricate the car (we were - in a planned way - boxed into their tiny car park, but the arrival overnight of an enormous flea market on the surrounding streets made this harder, and getting the car onto the main road harder still), we headed off for lunch with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sneerpout, where there was both good conversation and steak cooked in the way I'd actually requested that it be.
Lunch meant we didn't stop again, other than a couple of service stations, on the way to Luxembourg, so it's been a long day of driving for Mike, but we've arrived in country number three of five-in-five-nights, and that's the main thing!
On Thursday evening, we managed another very good meal, in a restaurant that was otherwise deserted (although, to be fair, we were early by local standards. We'd spent the day either in or close to the hotel, lazing about and only emerging to wander around the weekly market, eat ice creams bigger than our heads (and, when I say 'our', I mean Mike has one...) and go to a creepy museum that was apparently made up of an old lady's collection of dolls that had taken over the ground floor of her house.
On Friday, after a brief stop in Orange (Roman), we headed off to Geneva, via lots of topography.
Geneva seems nice. We had a wander through the old town, caught sight of the fountain from a hill-top park and agreed that it looked incredibly badly bluescreened, wandered along the lake shore and wondered if we'd offended the fountain into turning itself off early, and finally had a lovely, if expensive, dinner in a restaurant called something like The Pig's Trotter (it was on the menu, but we didn't try it).
The hotel, La Cour des Augustins, was very nice but for two things: they provided a duvet but no sheet, so the air con was needed, and the bathroom had automatic lights, designed by a sad, lonely individual who had never even considered the possibility of one day sharing a bed with another person....
Today, we had another little wander around town and then, pausing only to get the hotel to extricate the car (we were - in a planned way - boxed into their tiny car park, but the arrival overnight of an enormous flea market on the surrounding streets made this harder, and getting the car onto the main road harder still), we headed off for lunch with
sneerpout, where there was both good conversation and steak cooked in the way I'd actually requested that it be.Lunch meant we didn't stop again, other than a couple of service stations, on the way to Luxembourg, so it's been a long day of driving for Mike, but we've arrived in country number three of five-in-five-nights, and that's the main thing!