No matter, like John Cleese in a cheese shop, I am back for more, because I forgot one important thing that the French do better than the rest of us Europeans, and that is place names.
Forget your Stockports, your Birminghams, your Glasgows, your Malagas, your Maastrichts, your Frankfurt-am-Rheins and your Zurichs. You only have to look at a map of la belle France and luxuriate in the language of their names. Cote d'Azure.. Montpeilier.. St. Tropez.. Orleans.. Gevrey-Chambertin (ok, that one was just a birthday hint in case anyone needed an idea). It's all so evocative, I think I might have to go and book a last minute weekend away...
I wonder where the residents of Chevannes go on a Saturday night out
(sorry about the poor photography. I have vague recollections of being driven round a roundabout 4 or 5 times just so I could snap this!)
