Anyway a pretty uneventful day until I hit Givet in early afternoon in the pissing wet. Other than the fact that I was officially in France again! Country number four:
Benjamin had kindly found some places to stay so I headed to the tourist information for a map. Ferme. Went to a pub to try to locate said hotels. They said that one was ferme but that the other one wasn't far. Off to the hotel....can you guess? Ferme. It appears that rural France opts out of everything on a sunday and monday. Awesome news.
Still raining so decided to go back to the pub to wait and see if the second hotel would open later. Met an old man by the name of Jaques Mathews who had some family in Newcastle, Carlisle and London so he could speak some English. Fucking great banter! We chatted for ages about loads of things and had many many beers. Found out that he has one daughter who is now a vet and is really into horses, he is a widower, he used to be a dentist and his wife was a pharmacologist, he likes to go to London to buy suits, Givet is rubbish to live in and he is a fan of Midsomer Murders.
More beer and chat with the pub folk then dinner of veal and veg and rice (first ever veal and it was super tasty if slightly morally questionable) which Jaques insisted on buying. Gilles, the man in charge, called loads of paces to find somewhere for me to stay but to no avail! Anyway Jaques to the rescue as he said I was welcome to stay in his daughter's room! Awesome! He reminded me very much of my Grandpa except that he smokes a pipe. This is me and Jaques, the saviour of Givet:
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