This was definately our last few hours in the "Champagne". I, and my wife, both had our various work to return to on the Tuesday, and it was a long drive back, even if our Triumph Spitfire (of a certain age) was to be given back to us (as Madame and the Garagist had assured us) in a state of "almost new"! After the luxuries of our tour around the cellars of Mumms Champagne, a light and rather "burpy" lunch in a Reims bistro, we had been able to grab a couple of hours shuteye, which seemingly pleased our host, Madame! This should have warned us a little, but we were simply too tired to care. Amazing what a couple of hours of solid sleep can achieve, and promptly, at 7pm, as commanded, we found ourselves waiting in what passed for a lobby in our "Paradise Hotel". Invited, as we were, we had no idea where we were going to be abducted to, but after the events in the old Yugoslavia (to be read elsewhere on this Blog), we didn't really care. The ...