Au revoir to Brossac and all who sail in her today.... bittersweet, but we will be back, even if just to check on the fruits of our labours. We have made friends who we shall keep in touch with as well, so all in all it was a very successful exercise.
Paul dropped us and Charlie at Chalais to catch the train to Bordeaux, then onto Nice via Marseilles. (Charlie was just doing Bordeaux for the day). We had already arranged with Natalie, who had escaped to Bordeaux for the weekend, to meet up with her for lunch, which we did. We stayed at the station and ate at Le Grand Comptoir - a really unusual combination of cold cucumber soup, salmon and polenta, and a sausage called Andouillette. The latter is a local delicacy made largely from offal. Glad I didn't have it :) Natalie made an interesting sculpture out of it.
The train to Nice came along all too soon and we said our goodbyes, but hoped to meet up again in the future. She's a nice young lady with so much talent. Chelsea would like her too.
The train trip was comfortable and fairly uneventful until we stopped in Marseilles and found out there had been a person hit by the another train somewhere, which held up all traffic going through the station. Fortunately it was only for an hour and a half, and the hotel had a 24 hour front desk. We eventually found it sometime around one o'clock, having negotiated the dark, empty backstreets of Nice from the station. It was with some relief that we crawled into bed at two.
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