I don’t care what the weatherman says ….
I drove past the turning for this place en route to Paris and thence Calais, le manche and Oxfordshire on Tuesday of this week. It was sunny. By the time we reached Paris is was wet and in Calais there was the added frisson of a wind that could fell Cyclops in stone boots. Two years ago it was thus in Bourges when we arrived ….
‘If the weatherman says its raining, you’ll never find me complaining’ goes the Louis Armstrong classic ‘Jeepers Creepers’. Which some days, in fact some summers – this we are told is the worst for 100 years for sunshine and the worst since 1977 for rainfall, is just as well.
You might recall that we had started out for Paris at midnight or thereabouts and arrived just before 6 a.m. By 11 O’Clock I was clear of the Embassy and we walked a little before heading back to the car and out of the city for the long drive home. And it is still a long drive – that 500 km to get to Paris is exactly the same on the way back. We decided to stop for lunch in Orleans, capital of le Loiret in the region known as Centre because that’s just exactly where it is. In the…
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