We arrived in Châlons-en-Champagne a few years ago late on a Saturday bravely proclaiming ourselves to be in cruising mode, staying but one night and promising ourselves we’d come again. On the Sunday everything was closed so we had a nice catch up with Bob and Anna and left after making a note to stay for longer next time.
Now is that time, and we are determined to stay for more than a few days, but the town seems to have been given advance notice of our arrival.
No matter where we turn things are closed, the bakeries are on holidays, everyone has gone not just for one day, or one afternoon, but for the rest of summer or until we have left, whichever is the sooner.
Everything seems to be away in little boxes or drawers like the ones in the little hardware shop (which had everything but the one thing we needed), to be brought out again once we are safely somewhere else.
Tomorrow we’ll wander the deserted streets to spite them all, perhaps we'll find that someone is still at home, or perhaps we’ll join them at the beach.
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