La Rochelle

We checked out fairly early (though we did find time to score some pastries and investigate the flea market that had sprung up overnight in the car park opposite the Hotel) and drove to La Rochelle, where we stalked Katie and her boyfriend, Peter, fresh(ish) off the plane, to a branch of MacDonalds using Find-My-Friends and ambushed them mid-order. We left them to it, had a wander round the old harbour and then met up later for lunch so that they (no longer hungry) could watch us eat (in my case, another gallette.) Afterwards we drove to La Flotte, across the bridge on the Ile de Re, and checked into the beautiful house we’d booked via AirBnB, basically just a street or so back behind the Harbour. We went for a wander, stocked up on basics, caught up with the Tour de France, had a scratch tea of salad, cheese and bread and played cards until late…