A slow start after a very sound nights sleep for me, not so much for all of us.
We bid Isabelle farewell and head for Les Andelys, still swathed in fog (pictured). An early lunch at the very lovely Lyons La Foret was very nice. We met a Hungarian who is arranging a memorial for a mosquito pilot who crashed nearby during the war. How did that happen.
The hotel (Jean de Bruge) is under even newer management, last years having gone bust. The place seems the same and we look forward to dinner over the road, hopefully that is as good as it has been in the past.