Now I speak French, but when I say that I mean I can communicate sufficiently in French rather than I can write elegant sonnets in French. Also, at this point I was very sleep deprived, a little hungover, and I hadn't needed to rely on my French in 5 years. So suddenly I was telling the driver "We want .... to go.... to... Paris". Much else was beyond me. However, she was lovely and let the weird, semi-mute tourists get in. Also rest easy, my French improved rapidly over the next week though I still managed to ask a trucker if he had a husband and tell some French guys that I wanted to do something dirty to Eleanor - I'm still not 100% sure what the thing was!
Top tip for hitchhikers: if you don't plan to stay in Paris, DON'T GO TO PARIS. It is near impossible to get out of and at one point we thought we'd just be stuck there. If you do go, use the public transport to get to the ring road. A businessman eventually took pity on us and drove us to the ring road whereupon we got a ride pretty quickly.
|The first of what was to be quite a few churches|
|The first of many carousels we found in France.|