I must have looked like a local when flagged down on my bike by a passing motorist for directions (it may have been the beret and onions that clinched it). I gave detailed travel information to Nonac: "Tourner à droite à Deviat" and after a cheery way and a "merci beaucoup monsieur" we went our separate ways. My boucle de cycle later passed through his intended destination so I was pleased to note that his distinctive little voiture was safely parked in the square there. I took a picture to prove it. The entent is certainly cordiale here n'est-ce pas?
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