Tomorrow Cherbourg and a ferry ride home. Tonight, camping near Le Mans. No bikers, slimy leathers or gasoline machismo, just another out-of-season half-deserted campsite.
We arrived in sunshine. Tent up, we were cowering inside twenty minutes later as another deluge hit. In fact the much-sprayed canvas is coping well and we remain resolutely dry.
Oh wait! As I write this, someone has started an open-air disco: the tent is throbbing with Europop bass while some forlorn chanteuse .. well, you know.
Gonna be a long, hot night.