Four countries and three time zones later...

It all started at 645 in the morning and after four countries, three time zones and countless hours sitting in strange and loud places, we arrived in the peaceful surroundings of Provence, at midnight. While my passport got a workout being stamped and prodded by numerous customs officials, Cora's remained largely unscathed, merely glanced at and passed back without so much as a cursory nod. Ah, to be an EU national. The definite highlight of the day was our twenty minute dash through the historic medieval city of Tallinn. We had been hoping to spend a day in Tallinn, but were thwarted by the thousands of Baltic Metallica fans that had converged for a concert the night before. So, we contented ourselves with a passing glance of the cloistered, cobbled streets and technicolour buildings of the Old Town.


Alas, it whetted our appetite for a return trip at some point, preferably when not carrying so much luggage and frantically looking for a taxi to the airport. After such a long day we could have easily fallen asleep on a bed of red hot fire pokers, but luckily we were welcomed into the relaxing warmth of Adeline's mother's house, Ker Adeline, and stumbled into a very deep and rejuvenating sleep.