What a difference

What a difference a day makes. We needed to be in Chatillon-sur-Seine by 9am this morning, as we had our annual check-ups at the dentist. It was blowing a gale at home, so we wanted to leave plenty of time to make the 30 minute journey. We’d literally gone from a vivid blue sky the day before to a murky wet grey day, with the wind ‘blowing a hooley’.

We looked at the forecast and it appeared that we were in the middle of a swirling front, moving east across Europe. Winds were up to 60km/hour.

Our journey was thankfully without any obstacles, and we arrived in plenty of time to settle ourselves down in readiness for the dentists chair.

I think neither of us relish the visit to the dentist, however I’m pleased to say all was well and we were soon finished and heading off to the Brico marché to pick up a couple of bits.

As we got back in the car, I mentioned to Brian that I felt we needed to do something else on this rather gloomy day to make it a bit more cheery. He suggested we went for lunch at the little café/brasserie in Bar-sur-Seine. So we made our way back towards Bar. We got there about 11.30, ordered some drinks and mentioned that we wanted to eat lunch today. It was a good job we arrived early and booked our table, as by about 12.10 the place had gone from just us, to a bustling restaurant full of hungry people, chatting about their day.

It was a delicious end to our morning.