Parlez-vous francais....Au revoir la France

The last two days of this fabulous time in France has been spent around the coast of Dunkerque and Calais. It rained a lot overnight so everything pretty wet and misty during the day. A highlight was standing at a hotel desk and being asked to translate for a bunch of 7 blokes from England who had just arrived on their Lambretta scooters not getting very far with the room requests and the hotel clerk looking desperate. It was great fun organising them into rooms and realising I actually could speak way more French than when we arrived 4 weeks ago. Their scooters were pretty cool..they looked like little ducklings next to the Ducati though.

Stayed a night in Dunkerque and went through the museum which is built under the sand dunes of the beach that was Operation Dynamo. Watched a film on the miraculous evacuation of 328,000 allied troops back to Britain (ww2) over a few days using anything that could float across the channel from frigates to private trailer sailers...nothing short of a miracle that they all got away due to the foe being held back along a strategic 10 mile corridor to allow the numbers to get through to the beach. Some rusting sunken ships still visible at low tide. The English commander went back for the French troops stranded in Dunkerque two days later and successfully got 130,000 of them away before France became fully occupied.

Time to leave France and return to England so off to Calais for the ferry...