France exists purely to get to somewhere else. It’s dull. Mind numbingly dull. It’s dull enough to put ditchwater out of a job. And today we drove through most of it.

Arriving at the start line slightly late, we were one of the last to leave before heading down the motorway to Reims. Oddly, despite setting the crusie control to a fuel friendly speed, we arrived at the historic Reims GP circuit first, and took pole position for the photo shoot.

After a bite to eat, it was down the motorway again, this time right down to Montelimar. 578 miles of near straight motorway, with nothing but a few toll booths to break up the monootony.

And then we arrived at Montelimar, the only town I know of with a town centre area with a nice restauraunt that doesn’t serve food in the evening. Time for bed and then to Monte-Carlo tomorrow.

The sooner the better.

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