. . and then when we woke up we went for a walk around, pursued by the postman in his scooter going toot-toot! That's our hotle again at the back of the picture and just up to the left is the old town wall and gate with a HUGE nest on top that was home to a family of HUGE storks! Daddy kept buying croissants and coffee all the time we were in France, but he said it was extra nice to be in a small place where the people would have a coffee with you and chat about the weather and stuff.