We felt surprisingly unselfconscious as the cameras followed our every move through Nancy and into the Place Stanislas, ordered coffee and pretended to point and smile, all the while whispering sweet nothings in each others' ears.
Four coffee grandes later, in mid afternoon the filming was done, we'd waved our goodbyes to the TV crew from Saar, hoped that they'd treat us kindly in the final cut and wandered slowly back to the boat. Wondering about what had just taken place.
We'd changed plans of course, several times during the day, the weather hadn't been kind and the lock at the end of the canal was closed, for no reason in particular, in fact some said it was open, we were going to stay down on the river for the evening, but there was no sign of life in the lock and without any disappointment given the circumstances, we had returned to Nancy for the evening.
That was when we found we had a new neighbour in the harbour, fast asleep in his saloon.
Our Tony had tracked us down.
Golly, another long noisy night ahead!
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