They're not really that french - no baguettes or berets anywhere...
This is the courtyard in the old monastery/hotel we stayed at.
This is our fanbelt. I was later informed that you can keep a car going by tying a pair of stockings where the fanbelt should be, but I don't know if it's a good idea to do that to hire cars...
This is Ross walking back from the emergency phone - Andy took a whole series of them, with Ross gradually getting closer and closer. Yay for hi-viz jackets!
Waiting in the dark for the runner to come pick us up. This would have been about ten past eleven, and we're doing some maths to figure out exactly how much time we needed to get there.
It's weird, the guys were really really stressed out when there was nothing to do but wait. I, on the other hand, the queen of worrying (okay, maybe not queen, but a duchess for sure), found it easier to relax once it had been taken out of our hands. Maybe I'm getting better at identifying situations where worrying is completely pointless. Or something.
After we'd played our set, just a surreal moment in photo form. Also, Ross' mum bought me a watch when she was over - isn't it awesome?