What a lovely place, the town centre has many lovely buildings and shops, which seem to be very Swiss. Not that we've ever been to Switzerland but it is very picture postcard as we sit in the centre in the evening and enjoy some refreshments, watching people, who are also watching us, in particular a small girl of maybe five years old who has a slightly malevolent eye on David. Despite the serene surroundings, our evening is slightly marred by perhaps being on the worst campsite in SJDL, or possibly the whole of France! When we return to camp in the evening we realise that, perhaps being the first port of call in SJDL, and cheap, the site has attracted a rather 'young' audience. There are empty boxes of beer and wine bottles (and people) strewn across the site, the toilet and shower blocks are, well for the sake of the blog, indescribable. There are western and eastern style toilets, good practice for the Oz Bus trip, but sadly no one has respected either and this is a real glimpse of French public toilet life of having no seats on the western toilets, so hovering over the porcelain seems to be the only choice of the evening. Overnight a rustle in the trees, then a few drops of pitter patter, to be followed closely by a downpour and the tent is soon soaked beyond recognition, particularly as we are again under a tree. Although the rain may have stopped, we still get endless drops to give us an early wake up call whether we are ready to get up and pack a damp tent or not.
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