It is time to go into the vast unsorted travel photo library and do some random travel, and this is where I landed. I remember the random drive and unexpected stop. To be honest, I was kind of lost, following the little voices to find my way back to the hotel.*
The second time I went to England with J for the Oxford Patristics Conference, I sent him off to Oxford, and I hopped on the Eurostar to Brussels. From there I revisited Amsterdam. Then my flight from Amsterdam to Normandy went haywire and I ended up on the TGV. I was destined for a few days in a rental car exploring Normandy. I was driving back from touring the D-day beaches late one afternoon and came across a local village festival, the kind you read about in books by expats living in rural France. Parking was in a mowed field, I stopped and wandered around for a while. Very much a random and unexpected stop. I remember buying a small bottle of calvados from this vendor. I could have spent hours, but I had dinner reservations, and my encounter with Norman-Cider, that led to tromp in a freshly cut field of wheat.** Very random, and very fond memories.
* The voice from the Garmin GPS unit
** Very powerful stuff, and very good.