Eurostar... Eurowonderful

Love Eurostar... so easy.  two hours we are in Paris, have picked up a car and are on the way to Chartres.  Which I remember as a city with a cathedral and have a vague memory of someone famous being crowned there.  I think it is a 150 or so km from Paris and so I am surprised when the sat nav quickly dumps us in a little village outside a B & B that is flanked by cornfields.  Mmmm... too tired to care.

I ring the bell ... It's late 10.30pm ... dogs bark, but a friendly woman comes to the locked gate.  'Bonjour".

"Nous sommes les Dawsons, nous avons une réservation"

'Ah oui entrer.' Dogs circle.  We walk past tapestries and armour up stairs to a glorious room with an exquiste bathroom

Five minutes later we have a glass of wine and our 'pique-nique' in our 'medieval room.'

By midnight we are asleep in our 'bed of knights'... who knows what tomorrow will bring!