When I tell friends that I am spending Christmas in the south of France, I suspect it conjures up images of yachts, black-tie dinners and five-star hotels. So the reality might come as a bit of a shock.
We arrived in France at 4.00 this morning, after a 4-hour ferry journey on the high seas between Newhaven and Dieppe. After driving to Rouen, we holed up in an underground car park.
There, we caught a few hours’ sleep.
That’s where I am now. Glamorous it isn’t – but I don’t care. We are here in France and that is all that matters.
Shortly, we’ll head up into Place Saint-Marc above, where we’ll find a café serving hot, strong coffee and buttery croissants. They will set me up for the journey south.
“Shortly, we’ll head up into Place Saint-Marc above, where we’ll find a café serving hot, strong coffee and buttery croissants”
We’ve booked a rather lovely looking chambres d’hôtes for this evening. So maybe there is a bit of luxury to look forward to in my day after all.