Then we headed northward. I continued to serve as fearless navigator, which is how I realized that we were all up on the Mediterranean. We drove to St. Guilhem-le-Desert, which is perched up on a cliff and has the most incredible vistas. We essentially curved around cliffs that descended straight into a river to get there, but whoa was the risk worth it.
Enter two hour train ride to Roanne. Commence A Dinner to Remember.
I’m beginning to see a pattern here. I might actually be the luckiest person in the world.