What the???? (2)

In Colmar we hired a driver as the tour to the castle was all booked out. Here we are tasting some gewurz in Alsace! The clown between us is the driver, Yves. And no tour of a winery is complete without a thorough inspection of the tanks. Thank goodness I was wearing a distinctive cardi. This is in Reims at Mumm Champagne.

Audience participation time and Frank astounds even the Hungarian dancers by being able to balance the carafe on his head. Barbara and Hettie look excited, but Frank has his stoic smile on.

Guaranteed to buy anything tacky in the souvenir line, and often making the rest of the tour party wait while he did so, Mr and Mrs Elvis (although we understand their real name was Anderson) chose plastic Bavarian Aprons here. They sort of suit them.

Some of you may recall that when we visited Italy in 2003, Duncan bought a pair of shoes he just loved. Finally on this trip the soles started to give way. It took a few days to convince him that no, the cobbler could not repair this until he finally went and bought a Czech pair. We ceremoniously put the old pair in the bin of the Hilton Prague. When the cleaning lady had been, the shoes were neatly stacked ina row with all the others. Our second attempt to throw out the shoes may have been more successful but we'd left the country by then.

Goodbye Shoes