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Monday, 14 September 2015
Thursday, 16 October 2014
Our Last Stand
And there me, forgotten to write up the last night of our trip!
We'd decided before leaving that we would book a more it's centre hotel for our last night. A bit of a party night we thought. Nice romantic meal. A few drinks. Chatting about the trip amongst our French brethren.
And how we were rewarded!
Amien! The city that danced all night! At least I did, Bryan mainly tapped hi toe and smiled lots 😄
We arrived at a comfortable hotel near the city centre, parked in an underground carpark and showered in our most comfortable room this far. We couldn't wait to get out so went for a look to see if there was a bar or restaurant we might fancy straight away.
We quickly found happening area and could hear some music coming from around the corner. We obviously investigated and found a large group of young folk playing covers on a stage outside the city hall. A very festive atmosphere too. 'This is quite nice' we thought. Then walked further into town. And, another band was playing. A bit funkier than the first. We grabbed a beer.
A further walk and yet a or band! It would seem we had walked into the middle of a city centre festival! Bands playing every few hundred meters (no yards, we were in France). We settled on a good sized stage with a blues band playing in a square, cafes lined the square so we decided to eat and drink while we listened and watched. We ate. We drank. The bands kept coming. We got closer and the groove got us, well me mainly, and dancing and drinking until about 1am followed. Chatting to locals who didn't understand us apart from our smiles and thnumbs up gestures. Oh, what a night!
And, oh what a morning! It came so soon! A thick head and dry mouth helped by coffee, juice and a large continental breakfast before heading for Calais and the tunnel.
The tunnel came and went and we were quickly welcomed back to the UK by endless nose to,tail slow moving traffic around most of the M25. French roads really are much better!
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