Here we are, right? Phase 2 of our French trip. I've booked a little castle for us, the Chateau de la Caillotière:
It's a mere 3-hour drive to Paris, so I've hired a few vintage citroëns:
And some drivers:
You know me, I just had to insert my dark lord in here somewhere--and I'm riding with Severus. Keith has been at the Jack and coke, but he assures me he could get that Citroën around with his hands tied behind his back and his eyes covered. Do we believe him?
We should overnight in Paris. Heck, why not the The Ritz? It's as good as anywhere, right?
Ladies, don't forget your chiffon scarves to tie around your hair--those convertible rides can get pretty windy.