This morning was my last breakfast in France. We forgot to buy milk yesterday, so muesli with water and Nescafé Instant coffee . Very French, not. It’s 9.46am, and we’re driving through small villages with serious speed humps every 200 metres, and large gated villas with German Shepherd dogs patrolling the gates as the welcoming committee. Lush bowling (?) greens dominate the drive through the village and are being attended to by volunteers; it’s always volunteers, right ? The hillsides are covered in grapevines and olive trees, and the trees are starting to turn vivid yellow, orange, and red as autumn overtakes summer. We just snatched a ticket from yet another toll station, and dodging the speed humps, roundabouts and rough country roads always justifies the fee . The highways are smooth, high speed, and have
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