Out of France

"Early start" said the tour guide, and then he proceeded to drop his luggage in the parking lot, smashing a full bottle of Pastis inside it. Here he is, blow-drying the nbag, while Anne (unseen) is a t the laundromat washing all the clothes.

We set off, with Cathy driving over horrendous roads, wafted on with the sweet and ALL-PERVADING smell of aniseed.

Half-way up the mountain, Peter rebelled, and expressed himself in the first way that came to mind.

But at last, the bitter-sweet moment of leaving la Belle France, and entering Italia!