Arrived in Dinan

Today we had another leisurely breakfast, packed up, went for a stroll along the Aure River that runs through Bayeux. Very pretty. After lunch we caught a taxi to the station, a bit fraught while we waited anxiously while Frank, our host who had ordered the taxi for us, argued with the driver about his lateness. Much hand waving and very many fast words.  The rest of the journey went well. We spent an hour and a half waiting in a station bar in Dol, a transit station. We had taken a photo  of a memorial plaque on our battlefield tour. It was in memory of several different groups of airmen. One was a group of cigognes. We spent much of our time trawling the internet. Cigognes are storks in English. I found a book for sale on ebay entitled the Esquadrille de Cigognes. There was a very indistinct photo of an aircraft which Noel was able to identify as a French fighter. Someone several years ago had written a book about the Squadron of storks.

We arrived here and made our way from the station on foot, about 1 km mostly of pebbly pavement. I have not yet mastered the art of calling a cab to the station. Not one was waiting for me, alas for Noel.  He has asked me to say that he stood up bravely to the ordeal.  Apartment is nice, overlooking a picturesque pedestrian street.