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Living France - - DÉCOUVREZ -

We re­cently re­vis­ited France in Fe­bru­ary/ March, hav­ing re­tired af­ter many years run­ning our own busi­ness with no time for hol­i­days. We had for­got­ten how quiet the roads could be and what a joy driv­ing in the coun­try­side was. The main pur­pose of our trip was to look at ar­eas to re­tire in.

The main part of our stay was in Langue­doc-Rous­sil­lon, us­ing the vil­lage of Capes­tang as our base. On one day out, we de­cided to drive to Sète and take the coast road to Agde. Road­works in the area forced us to drive through the town cen­tre look­ing for the coast road. Sud­denly, all the cars in front ground to a halt.

Sur­pris­ingly it took a lit­tle while be­fore any horns sounded, then the oc­ca­sional ve­hi­cle swung off down a side street. We crept for­ward very slowly and soon iden­ti­fied where the ac­tual hold up was, but could not see any ob­vi­ous rea­son. Be­fore too long we were at the front of the queue. Then we saw why ev­ery­one was trav­el­ling so slowly. Edg­ing its way along the mid­dle of a very nar­row street was a live oc­to­pus! We, like all be­fore us, po­si­tioned our wheels to drive care­fully, so that we passed over it.

Our one and only traf­fic jam of the trip and the cause un­likely to be re­peated. Only in France! Steve and Sally Lanch­bury Devon

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