Four score and seven months ago (or somewhere around that number. I can’t remember.) my family and I set off for fabulous France. As soon as we arrived from the plane, we spent a couple of hundred hours waiting for the car rental place to give us a car. This time Over, with lofty expectations, one could be forgiven for thinking we would be disappointed. We weren’t. About a month after we arrived, we finally left the airport tired and dispirited. After missing the turnoff several times, We finally arrived at our hotel, which we had stayed at last time we came to France. To our dismay, the place hadn’t changed a bit. Not surprising, then, that as we walked in we noticed the two star hotel rating, proudly displayed next to the entrance. I checked the bed for bedbugs that night. Waking up after a long and restful sleep, we embarked on a gruelling 8-hour car journey to our hotel for a week, in Colmar. Exhausted, we dropped onto the couch. Sitting here this afternoon, with spaghetti bolognese for dinner, I am grateful that I don’t have to go through the ordeal again.