Down the German autobahn to Sens, France like a band of gypsies, Quincy howling out his indignation at being shut up in a box and country music blasting to prevent us from tossing him from the speeding car.
When we reached Champagne country, “a pause for the cause” brought us to a packed restaurant called The Grill on the outskirts of Troyes. We didn’t have a lot of time to enjoy this very good food but we will go back. The andouillette was fabulous!
I had planned to cook when we got home but there were too many people to see and things to do. I did go to the market for butter, boudin noir and grapes 🙂
And we did have a coffee, my husband in his very cool, “hand-me-up” leather jacket, a Christmas present we bought for our son one year that he never liked and refused to wear…
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