Ibis Moulins Sud
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... it off and stowed it.
Another long drive took us to Chamery. This pretty little village is in the heart of the Champagne region. The whole village is full of champagne houses - small ones, but probably exclusive. And there is a boulangerie, but no general store. There is a huge 'centre commercial' about 5km away.
A bit of a bun fight to get spaces. Lots of 'no camper van' parking signs which the French and Dutch cheerfully ignored.
We parked very close ...
... she was looking for a job at a winery in the U.S. Particularly California. Jerry shared with her the possibilities of Washington State and the wonderful wines/wineries available. We left with one bottle of red. I have to tell you, wine is really inexpensive here. I thought the bottle prices were the tasting prices!
Back at our apartment and a walk through the near by vineyards.
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... for the evening. Nice little basement apartment in an older home in the small village of Couffy. Very nice, clean one bedroom with all the necessities (almost, where's the dishwasher?)
Jerry fixed some penne pasta with sausage accompanied by some red wine and salad which included fresh tomatoes from our host's garden. We are going to call it an early evening and hope to catch up on some much needed ...
... hill to recover the car!
Then we went up into the mountains to AnglÚs. A small aire in a village with just a few shops. But the water was on which is essential for us. But to get to the dump and water, I had to crawl between lorry and trailer. It was lunch time and the drivers were in the local restaurant eating. They were apologetic when they came out and we had a ...
... itself as an "animal ark", where there would be many jobs helping with the animals and the gardens, as well as something which they mysteriously named "Goat Trekking".
Still being battered by torrential rain, we pulled up to the advised address, which appeared to be a regular house on the street. We approached and knocked on the door. No response. A few moments later a small woman with spiky hair ran round the corner with a bedgraggled Glaswegian in tow, burdened ...