So after a shave and shower, I got dressed and put my face on. After this time I can't remember what I wore that day, but I know it was something a little more fem than the average driver of an old white transit van! I also knew that I would have to get changed in order to make my delivery, which would be around lunch time. Breakfast was taken in the lounge with about half a dozen other guests, while I was noticed no one seemed to take any undue notice of me, other than maybe a lone female should expect. All the other guests and the staff were all very friendly and helpful, I love this place!
This being a Saturday I was not expecting much traffic, but the run down to Dijon was much slower than expected, fortunately after that it cleared and I was able to make reasonable time, arriving at my friend's sister's house around 2:00 they gave me an excellent lunch - real French farm house cooking in a french farmhouse kitchen, then the husband son and a neighbour helped unload the furniture into a barn attached to the house, I felt almost guilty at being welcomed so well, helped so much and then being given a food parcel to take home, when they were paying to make the trip in the first place. Anyone who thinks the French unfriendly or arrogant, needs to travel more!
After I had left with an empty van I made a quick change back "into something more comfortable" and decided that as I was a little ahead of schedule I would avoid Motorways and take a much more scenic route back north towards the Channel. It was only when well onto the return leg that I realised I had left my phone charger at the hotel the previous night. So a quick charge across country passing by Autun, Montbard, and Chatillon-sur-Seine, then across country back to Langres, it was only when I got back to the hotel that I realised I had no idea how to ask for my charger back. Somehow with a combination of my very limited French their non-existent English sign language and the help of another guest I got my charger back. This was an interesting, totally non commercial, encounter and I am sure that the way I was dressed was never an issue. Either I pass better than I think or even the rural French are quite liberal. It was a little early to stop so I carried on for another hour or so north before stopped for the night.
Ready for a night on the town
I was a little tired and stopped at the first Hotel I came to, it was fairly modern, clean and inexpensive, but no restaurant. I was assured that there were plenty of places to eat in town and that I would be OK, even on a Saturday night. Before having a shower and getting changed I decided to have a bit of a walk around town, true there were plenty of restaurants, one was way out of my price bracket another was little more than a bar that did sandwiches another just a Pizza joint. The outstanding option was the towns casino. This looked good, not to pricey, and an opportunity to glam up on a Saturday night.
Although I seem to be showing a lot of leg in a rather short skirt, in my defense these are actually culottes, teamed with a black satin blouse and my grey M & S jacket, plus all the bling I had with me! As I walked down the main street I did indeed begin to feel as if I might be showing a bit too much leg, but I certainly wasn't going to go back and get changed, as I was leaving the Hotel I'm sure one of the staff wished me a pleasant evening ending with "Monsieur"!
Getting to the Casino, I went up to the Restaurant and asked for a table, but found that since I hadn't booked there was nothing for me! on to my second choice, the same again, all booked, I was beginning to feel a little persecuted, but persisted I didn't want to go to the pizza place, or a bar for a snack, after all I had had a long day and I just wasn;t dressed for it. Eventually I found an excellent restaurant that was happy to accommodate me next to the bar "if I didn't mind". I had an excellent dinner, a pleasant chat with another tourist, enjoying myself so much I stayed for a Cointreau with my coffee after dinner, before going back to the hotel and bed.
This was another great day, and I planed to make the most of my two remaining uninterrupted fem days in France. I'm sorry I can't remember the exact place names, but it was about seven months ago, and I am getting old......