
Vallet, France
Birdsong all around and the bread Ali ordered last night has been delivered and left on our chair by the door. As we eat breakfast one of the Dutch dogs chases a red squirrell around the park. We linger at this lovely site longer than we should and finally leave at 11:30.
A few miles on we reach Le Chatre, a beautiful little village with a rose garden around its church. After more miles on long straight roads we stop at a bakery in Bouese and get something fo...