Sacre bleu! We woke up to Felix trying to wake us up by biting us on our noses. The little guy was hungry…..he had patiently waited most of the morning but at 10:30, he decided enough was enough and took matters into his own paws. It worked. We woke, still jet-lagged and bleary-eyed, to a cold morning in Languedoc.
The day was dark and dreary, but with a fire glowing and the cottage beginning to warm, we made our plans for the day. I wanted to buy a blow-dryer…..I must have left mine in California and I can no longer depend on the warm French sun to dry my cheveux. Craig wanted to pick up the bag of Felix’s toys and food that were inadvertently left at Chateau Miaou. No problem….there’s time enough to accomplish both missions.
We took the Péage to Chateau Miaou…..we’d have to pay the toll, but it’d be faster. An hour later we were heading toward the tollbooth near our destination. The cost? 7.40 euros. Craig, trying to use up the heavy coins in his pocket, quickly deposited two large coins. Both were rejected. He deposited them again. Both were rejected again. Did he stop? No…..he deposited them again (you know what they say….the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and hoping for a different result). Of course, they were rejected again. I grabbed the coins out of his hand before he could try again. They were English shillings. OK, he calmed down and started depositing Euro coins. The machine was much happier with these. As he deposited coins, the toll machine was counting down the amount owed. When it reached .40 euros, it started rejecting Craig’s coins again. He looked at them….they were, indeed, Euros….no reason to reject them….so he kept depositing them as the car behind us honked. Craig, becoming ever more exasperated, yelled back that he was trying! The driver behind us yelled back , “GO”. We looked up…..the toll gate was open and the light was green. The machine didn’t want any more money. Craig sheepishly but quickly pulled away hoping the driver behind would be taking a different road at the roundabout. He did….much to Craig’s relief.
We picked up the bag of feline accoutrements and headed home…..with a stop at Géant for my much-needed blow-dryer.
As we drove home after a grueling but successful day, the moon was rising and the roads were busy….time to get home to dinner. Ours was simple…..Croque Monsieurs…..grilled ham and Emmenthal cheese sandwiches on pain de champagne (country bread) grilled in butter with sliced apples from Normandie for dessert. Mmmmm…..delicious.