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Following the tea/coffee thread, by @Kevinthecat ,
Back in 2005 while in Brittany , we were in tandem with our friends us in our Pilote & them in there hymer looking desperately to find an aire in Pouance ( one of my now favourites) , understand before I go on too far it was before we had a sat nav & only going by a french book , aire camping car written in french !!!
After half an hour searching this town / village , we inventually stopped for some fuel at a local garage , while there we communicated in Very basic french to the portly little garage owner (very french), that we were looking for & could he give us directions .
With this he grabbed my mate and showed him to his old citreon 2cv van , & drove off , 10 mins later he came back having taken my mate to the aire as it was difficult to give directions. It is actually at a small village called St Aubin .
He wouldn't take anything for his trouble /help , with this my wife popped in the back of our camper came out with a dozen of her home baked cakes & gave to the old garage owner , who rushed in & came back with his (presumably ) wife , they were very grateful & couldn't thank us enough. It was us that was very gratefull
Not sure they would have said that after they had tasted them ( only joking).
Back in 2005 while in Brittany , we were in tandem with our friends us in our Pilote & them in there hymer looking desperately to find an aire in Pouance ( one of my now favourites) , understand before I go on too far it was before we had a sat nav & only going by a french book , aire camping car written in french !!!
After half an hour searching this town / village , we inventually stopped for some fuel at a local garage , while there we communicated in Very basic french to the portly little garage owner (very french), that we were looking for & could he give us directions .
With this he grabbed my mate and showed him to his old citreon 2cv van , & drove off , 10 mins later he came back having taken my mate to the aire as it was difficult to give directions. It is actually at a small village called St Aubin .
He wouldn't take anything for his trouble /help , with this my wife popped in the back of our camper came out with a dozen of her home baked cakes & gave to the old garage owner , who rushed in & came back with his (presumably ) wife , they were very grateful & couldn't thank us enough. It was us that was very gratefull
Not sure they would have said that after they had tasted them ( only joking).