Down to Ashford on Sunday, straight after my last session of the counselling diploma, to stay overnight before wending our way to Dover and the ferry. As we arrived early, we were changed to an earlier crossing and so, by evening yesterday, we had arrived, via Reims, at Troyes, where we stayed overnight.
Today we set off bright and early and arrived here in Grenoble. After all the flat landscapes of northern France, it was a pleasant change to see the Alpes looming before us. We had a toilet stop at one of the delightful picnic areas that the French have at intervals along the motorways and there my delight was temporarily subdued. The toilet black was a clean, unusual-looking, new building, so imagine my surprise and disappointment when I went in, to discover that the toilets themselves were the traditional hole-in-the-floor type which I remember so well from my stays in the sixties. Regular readers of this blog will possibly recall that I do, at times, have what could be described as a bit of an obsession with toilets. especially Welsh ones, or the lack of them. However, although these were holes in the floor, they were modern holes in the floor with sensors. As soon as you put your feet on the foot-resting bits, water gushes from the walls, thereby ensuring that, however careful you might be, you end up with wet feet.
We're staying here for two days, before pressing on towards Italy, so you may soon get more photos of the Alpes in a little more detail, depending on my access to wifi. Mind you, I think it is quite impressive that I was able to organise this internet stint in French with little difficulty...n'est ce pas?