Summary
It was a long, stuffy and fairly broken night but in the days before the TGV offered a fast track to the Mediterranean - and not tempted by the idea of travelling down the motorway with six of us plus luggage crammed into an estate car - we had taken the motor rail service from Boulogne to Narbonne. We were novices on the route, which is why we left too little time to grab supper after driving off the cross-Channel ferry and were thus easy prey, once aboard the train, for the conmen who rushed up and down outside the carriages declaring the service was about to depart and offering us - for an eye-watering price - boxes of 'supper'.
Oh how we fell for it. We passed over fistfuls of francs only to discover two things: that the train was still 30 minutes from departure and that 'supper' consisted of a bottle of water, an apple and half a stale baguette containing a slice of rapidly-drying ham.See the full content of this document
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Snack Like the French, and Pep Up Your Picnic
We bunked down in our couchettes as best we could, and woke, bleary of eye and pretty short of temper, to gaze out onto fields of sunflowers heralding our arrival in the south. The heat of Narbonne hit ...
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