We speed along at 293 km per hour past fields dotted with hay bales. Wheat fields blur into mounds of golden velvet, edged with clumps of rich green woodland. Fences, roads and paths are tossed like so many ribbons across the landscape while clusters of tiled village roofs are stitched tightly to the hill tops. Cows gossip contentedly in the shade, dappled with the sunlight filtering through the leaves.
The rush from Gare de Lyon to Gare Montparnasse went smoothly, despite crowded trains. With a sense of relief and satisfaction, we stashed the wonderful wheelie bags that had rolled and shuddered along behind as we zoomed across Paris before collapsing gratefully into our first class seats.
The Okko Hotel turned out to be a 4 star delight that we had booked on a half price deal... not that we knew it at the time, we only found out the real price when we went to book an extra night!
Hope you like the room Keishi.
And Richard's favourite...
the coffee machine.
The only thing missing is a view of the Palace of the Dukes of Brittany... which is only about 50 metres away!
The only thing missing from the picture, is the remotely moaty smell of the moat. On closer inspection the moat was home to live and dead fish, ducks, geese, pigeons and turtles.
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