Cambrai

One of those fun "shortcuts"

Seems that I'm not that anxious to get on the road early these days. Usually having a long, lazy breakfast that extends into lunch before I drag myself away from my CS host and get on the road. This in spite of averaging ~120km per day. Guess when the wind is on your back, the days are long and the hills are gentle means that rolling up to the next destination in the evening, is the best way to maximise your time with your host.
However on reaching Cambrai, I panic when the street to which my GPS points only goes to number 10 and not the required number 44. I get that Harry Potter feeling when he first goes to Kings Cross station. My lovely host Aurelie saves the day by coming to meet me and escorting me by car a further 7km uphill to yet another "Rue du 4. Septembre".
 
The thing that stands out most about Aurelie is her obsession with Robert Downey Junior. She is just back from Paris, where she saw the premier of his latest movie and the next day will travel by bus to London to catch the same premiere there. She will queue up in London from 10am hoping to catch a glimpse of RDJ when he arrives in the late evening. There is an entire room bedecked with Ironman posters. I just hope that he's worth it. Since Chaplin his movies have all gone downhill in my opinion.