France

    The driver of the iDBUS I took from London to Lyon, bought me coffee, fed me new tastes from his plate, gave me a metro ticket and tickled my foot. 

    Where I am staying, the receptionist does not know which side of the street or block the hotel is on. Got a longer walk than I planned for. To get there, Also a long walk, no street sign for my street, after ggoing many blocks the wrong way. Very tired pulling the heavy bag that has three packages of Lavaza coffee that I got with coupons and one from Lynette in England. And, big books. And bus food. 

     Public bus for wheelchairs has center doors that open with a tongue like piece that comes out to lay on the curb, voila. Wheelchair drives in. No stopping for the driver and so easy for the chair.

    Even tattoo places have style. 

    Ultraviolet light in hand dryer.

McDonalds has free standing order yourself computers in many languages. And, offer mayonnaise without asking.

   How can people be so thin and eat so much cheese and bread. And, what cheese . OMG! 

    Sylvie my hostess in chambery, has walked me to new heights, by that I mean mountains. Holy cow. There are prostitutres waiting in the pull out areas of the highway, very convienent.
Food is the best I have had in ages.