Linda and I collapsed last night after some 20 hours spent in transit from SFO to Ameugny. There was only a 30 minute flight delay, but a relatively major waste of time with Sixt, the European car rental agency.
For three years now, we’ve tried to lease a car for our prolonged stay in France, but Peugeot has always managed, at the last moment, to say that the promised car would not be available.
Sixt, for their part, has always done a bait and switch, promising a mid-size Peugeot, but then announcing no cars were available when we arrived, exhausted, at their counter. Last year we were put in a small Mercedes for the supplement of a few hundred bucks.
This year the “only car available” was a big Mercedes at a considerably higher rate. The issue isn’t only the money – it’s the size of the car, which only just fits in the driveway of our rented house.
So we arrived at our house on Impasse du Chat, rented from Monsieur Lechat, himself, to discover a delightfully ramshackle renovation of a 150-year-old farmhouse and outbuildings complete with all the touches (disaster area kitchen, knick knacks and furniture that may have come down from the original construction) that make life in the French countryside so irresistible.
Did I mention we’re in the midst of one of the coldest months of May in recent history and that it’s pouring?
I had promised M. Lechat that I would set up his DSL line, using a modem called “Le Neufbox,” instructions completely in French, of course, which, nevertheless, only took about 30 minutes. With “le WiFi” enabled, things are looking up. Ah, la belle vie Francaise…