Today we vacated the chateau. A tearful goodbye was bid, promises and good wishes exchanged. But don't been distressed on my account, I'll see my British grandparents in october!
We then drove four hours in a cramped, fractious car, giggling and picking fights all the way to Tours. We had a lovely lunch and I was sent to go locate the car where we were trying to find our swiss friends.
I went across the street to find some wifi. After being helped by an fantastically good looking and bespectacled young Frenchman ("Excusé moi, mais est-ce que je pourrais AIDER VOUS?"...) I got my directions, bid adieu... and gracefully tripped off the sidewalk.
Smoothness was sadly lacking.
We then met up with our lovely friends, had a tour of Tours, Shrugalot tripped all over kingdom come and we finally set out for annecy de something or another.
Where we met up with my dearest French Grandparents, Grunkle and Granny Peppa.
Grunkle actually isn't even a code name...
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