Premiere Classe Lille Sud - Seclin
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Travel Blogs from Seclin
... in total. I'm not sure in what state they'll be when I unpack them, not how I'll get the wrinkles out without an ironing machine... but hey, live is full of surprises. Then, follow 12 flashy ties. The rest is shorts and swimsuits. I invested in a 500cl bottle of factor 30 sunblock. Before you know it, I'm at 20kg's and I still need to add shoes.
I'm also ...
I managed to fit in a quick day trip to Lens to see the Louvre outpost there and also connect with a doctoral student I met last summer. We met there, went to the Louvre, had lunch, and then walked to the top of one of "les terrils" and drank some champagne. It was a lovely day all around. I am fond of coal mining towns because of my own geneology. The town has preserved these large coal mountains as a reminder of the hard work and sacrifice of the coal miners.
... we had wasted a couple of hours at this point. We also had not had any
food, since breakfast so were getting a bit hungry. We went straight out
and caught the bus to the cemetery going past the battle fields and
trenches on the way with the intention of catching the bus back and
checking them out. Eventually getting off at the cemetery is was a short
walk. This was quite unreal feeling walking along and then getting
to the cemetery, just the ...
... tank. With Tom Tom you can actively get prices of local fuel so I always had another garage in mind. We nipped into Carrefour for another flan for the journey home, and checked into the tunnel about 50 mines before our train. We were given an earlier train that put us back in the UK at 0930.
The drive home was long, 250 miles, 50% of yesterdays mileage, and we stopped in Sainsbury’s in Bridgend to stock up on food, Luces normal job and while I sleep in the car, but ...
... employees offered to drive us there and back to town!! Her boss agreed to let her leave work to help us out.
Her name was Gwendolyn and she was very friendly. Dad gave her the paper again and off we went first she drove us to an area called Canada Road that led up Hill Sixty. There was a cemetery there but it was the wrong one. She re-read the paper and we had gone out the wrong side of town, we drove back through ...