Au revoir

Today, Wednesday, is our last day in France. We are currently resting in an airport hotel having returned our last rental car after poor Michael successfully drove untold millions of miles. We start the long trip home tomorrow; but with that stupid forced overnight in SXM, we will not get to Anguilla until Friday morning. It is time. Just to make leaving easier and to remind us how lucky we have been, today dawned overcast with heavy fog, and some massive river cruise ship docked in Honfleur filling the street with more tour groups than one could have imagined.

Even so, we enjoyed a petit dejeuner and strolled the streets for a few hours taking pictures of any cute signs we could spot.  Many adorned restaurants, of course. Though I have no idea why that last one has a pirate that looks like he is working at Chippendales.

 

Then there was one carpenter with two different signs.

And in homage to the sea-faring roots of the area, there were plenty of ships.

Including one pretty carved one that harkened all the way back to Norse ancestors

So we will toast to another wonderful trip from the best of times and including the worst of times.(yes, Swansea, we mean you. But my new motto is "If you don't go, you won't know.") Not necessarily as we should in this case with a glass of Calvados cidre en pressoir

but with a glass of Cotes de Provence rose that we bought at the market yesterday for 4.35 euros. The hotel desk clerk who just uncorked it for me approves of our choice even though he quite correctly guessed the price we paid for it.
So Sante.
And au revoir.