strangest days

A glass of Saint-Veran in the Saltire lounge: £12.99... what was I thinking? It's French and will be less than €12.99 a bottle, but I struggle to connect with anything at all in Leeds Bradford Airport.

In several minutes I can attend the gate queue, but I thought, because it's quiet in the airport, I'd have a fashionably expensive drink. Only one. It aids digestion. And is high in antioxidants. And it's helping the economy (in France)!

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There has to be another way? Yes there is and from Tillé to the Gîtes on Rue Paris that's The Way.

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Losing my baggage. Lost in transit. Not on the airplane and not in Beauvais. Back in Leeds or on a beach in Tenerife, as that was the other flight leaving LBA.

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What a day! It's not as warm this evening as most of the evenings I witnessed in Tarragona/Costa Dorada, but it is still a bit silly. Oh and it's Bastille Day on Thursday! During the decadent 4th Republic they still pretend 1794 has any meaningful existence in the 21st century...

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I am lost. For the very first time. France has got me by all of my orifices. I can't get my head together. So...

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Beauvais was burnt to the ground because of Freiburg... I have to try again tomorrow... But it's going to be hotter.

It is an interesting first  for me. I am only in my clothes. One of the gentlemen at the Gîtes d'Etape offered to take me to buy the stuff I might need: but what do I need?

Chablis. Interesting...

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Except it's not a premier cru. But I am back at the Gîtes... Without any of tomorrow's functionality. And Thursday is Bastille Day!