The next day was a bit wet and windy, and Uncle John's teeth were even more sore so we pressed on to see some more sights on the way to Alsace and beyond. Best bit was racing all around the place where they make really expensive and pretty glass things called Baccarat. Funnily enough the town is called that too. I gave Daddy a sore chin by cracking him on the face with my head while I was jumping about a bit, and soon after this picture was taken - which is me heading into the really expensive glass shop run by the factory - Uncle John's teeth told him it was time to call a halt to the fun and get himself back to Paris and his dentist. Ouch . . . We were pretty sorry to see him and the Espace go, but he did manage to drive us to our next stop, a little town called Turkheim in the Alsace mountains . . .