Monday, 20 August 2012
those flying saucers are called macarons
And onward to Champagne country. Eperney right now, staying in a converted brickworks. Actually, it's one of the places that we try to visit if we are in this neck of the woods.
The last time we actually stayed here was when I was picking up my car from the place where it was made and I drove it home on it's temporary foreign number plates.
We had decided to make a weekend of it and stayed in Champagne country whilst thinking of a use for the boot of the car.
At the time, we drank the bottle of bubbly that was in the mini-bar and took the bottle home. It had a sketch of the hotel and convenient address information that has subtly reminded us from its window-sill position in the kitchen.
When we looked in the mini-bar this time, the champagne was there, but it wasn't specific to the hotel. Words will be spoken.
But I mustn't be too critical, after all, the goodies in the room included a pretty wide selection of petit-fours, chocolate champagne corks and those yummy flying saucer shaped things.
Still, I have a sneaking suspicion that there may be a visit to a cave somewhere in today's plans.