What strange stupidity prevents me from pulling a door that so obviously refuses to open when I push it ? Whatever it was, it caused me to be trapped within the Bordeaux Ibis car park while the team watched hopelessly from without with their enormous suitcases. Ann rescued us and we proceeded through the maze of Bordeaux's one way streets (text message ; "please turn right I am in a one way street") then the ring road to within 100 yards of the desired Buffalo Grill.
We saw the Buffalo Grill.
We could even smell the Buffalo Grill.
But we could not drive to the Buffalo Grill because they'd blocked up the road that leads to the Buffalo Grill from the south. You can only get to the Buffalo Grill from the north.
So we drew the short straw and headed for Courtepaille.
The Saucisses de Toulouse were amazing. I thought the green beans were quite startling. By the time we'd all unloaded half our chips on Jonathan his meal was overwhelming and the photograph of the cow was alarming.
Then to the airport and we just avoided tearful farewells. Home to catch up on phone calls before my evening appointment. This morning catching up on emails (sorry folks...)