Colmar

Yes. We are not in Provence any more. We are in the bit of France that is sort of German - Alsace.

This morning we took our booked taxi to the TGV station. Lyn maintained a French  conversation all the way to the station with our driver about the virtues of his Tesla. The organisation at the station was wonderfully modern. You are even told where to stand to wait for your booked carriage. 

Our train had wifi, a dining car and adjustable seating. We crossed a big chunk of France.

Five and a half hours later we arrived in Colmar where our BnB host Natacha was waiting to drive us to our apartment. 

Natacha is defying the modern trend of leaving a key in a keysafe and a bunch of instructions. It is so helpful to have someone SHOW you how the keys, stove and washing machine work. Lyn and Natacha spent a lot of time complimenting each other on their respective efforts in French and English.

The apartment is in a dinky old building with ancient polished wood floors sloping in random directions. We love it.

We walked straight into the ridiculously picturesque old town to buy groceries. We are both tired. A quiet day tomorrow would be a blessing.