One can't help but notice that the female half of French motorhomers appear to have somewhat closeted roles when out and about with their male counterparts.
As they rarely appear to drive they are often dispatched from the cab of the motorhome when it arrives at the aire to wave the driver in. This is the start of a delightful waving process akin to the paddle man guiding in a taxiing Jumbo jet in a small airport. With lots of waving and flapping as well as a rendition of 'Noooo noooo' or 'stop' she often coaxes the driver to a halt after an exhausting 10 minutes of extensive flapping.
Quite often one often sees the very tired male driver slump into the sun lounger that has been swiftly disembarked from the van by madam leaving her to then wipe away the build up of the flies from the body(of the van not driver l hasten to ad)
Or maybe. recently you may witness the arrival of the van with said woman in the passenger seat for the first and last time for as soon as monsieur settled in his chair she is never seen again from dawn till dusk and till they drive away again.
As they rarely appear to drive they are often dispatched from the cab of the motorhome when it arrives at the aire to wave the driver in. This is the start of a delightful waving process akin to the paddle man guiding in a taxiing Jumbo jet in a small airport. With lots of waving and flapping as well as a rendition of 'Noooo noooo' or 'stop' she often coaxes the driver to a halt after an exhausting 10 minutes of extensive flapping.
Quite often one often sees the very tired male driver slump into the sun lounger that has been swiftly disembarked from the van by madam leaving her to then wipe away the build up of the flies from the body(of the van not driver l hasten to ad)
Or maybe. recently you may witness the arrival of the van with said woman in the passenger seat for the first and last time for as soon as monsieur settled in his chair she is never seen again from dawn till dusk and till they drive away again.