Hôtel Kyriad Saint-Quentin
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We chose St-Quentin as a stopover before the run to Calais and the tunnel.
Nothing much to say about the town as we only went straight to the hotel, had a very average meal at the Buffalo Grill and got our head down.
The following morning we were up bright and early to get to Calais, just a couple of hours away.
We had just ...
A desperately needed haircut. The hairdresser didn't speak any english, so pantomime and pointing saved the day. Attended on the spot plus she resisted giving me a brush cut that other hairdressers have found necessary, so left with a smile.
Have a list of names and locations for Lyn's soldiers, so zig-zagging across the countryside to find them. Everywhere you go ...
... and a bit more time at the Australian National Memorial. Then off to the Devonshire Cemetery, Gordon Cemetery then back to Mametz Wood seeing the sun was out and hoping to get the bright colours of the Welsh Memorial. Before heading back to the campsite, pizza & beer for tea and heading off to sleep with it ...
... we did it was awesome! We started off with our first crepe (took us a while!) filled with Nutella and some Banana for Luke. It was amazing (Mum I knew there was a reason I always voted for skinny pancakes!) and packed with so much nutella… I’m sad to say that I couldn’t even finish it as it was too sweet for me… unheard of!!! We then started winding our way though chocolates stalls, fresh seafood, cheese, patisseries, wines and fresh fruits. Luke bought ...
... somehow sounded so sincere in French.
We both had fun trying to communicate in French, despite Joelle’s complete misunderstanding of my attempts and sometimes, without even realising, as I chanted, ‘Merci, au revoir’ in reply to the farewelling assistant in the shop, café or museum, I would find myself, momentarily, leaving my lips in that little French pout that seems to be permanent with those who always speak that graceful language.
Merci, au revoir la ...