Day Three

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This was the day I gave up wearing socks in honour of the sun.

We stopped at services in Montelimar and bought nougat.

I love it how the new Europe is so casual about borders. The only time we were asked for our passports was by  British officials at Calais on the way home. It made me a little ashamed of my country.

Crossing into Spain was a non-event.

Actually, we never crossed into Spain- we crossed into Catalonia. Catalonia is a proud nation that straddles the present Franco-Spanish border. It has a culture and language all of its own, closer to French than Spanish, but distinct from both. I learned a phrase or two.

Bon Dia= Good day.

In the evening we arrived at our base in Tossa de Mar on the Costa Brava.

To be continued.