Originally posted by jbrewster
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Also took me back to the GPS sending us up a twisting mountain pass in rural France... as we went further, it got narrower, steeper, rockier and the drop-off on each hairpin more terrifying... I came to the point of considering that if there was a locked gate at the top, we would have to abandon the hire car (Fiat 500 3-door) and walk out as there was no way I could ever turn if around, and attempting to reverse down would inevitably end in our fiery deaths.
Eventually it levelled out and we drove into a deserted town that looked exactly as it must've in 1500 AD. Everyone was sleeping (it was early afternoon); eventually we found a guy painting his porch. Our Frenvh was fine in Paris, but in the massif central nobody could understand a word, and few people spoke any English. We managed to communicate where we were going, but when we pointed to where we had come from he actually went white... "la vieille rue???!!" [emoji47]




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