After the strain Jeannie and I experienced navigating through the fog, we needed to unwind. Safely moored inside the marina at Isle-l’Adam, we took a few deep breaths and a few sips of beer (for Jeannie) and wine (for me) as we surveyed our home for two nights. Well, what was supposed to be two nights.
Everyone we’ve met has said we have to visit Isle-l’Adam. They were right. It is a beautiful town.
Even the police station is appealing.
Of course, like almost everywhere in France, there’s a large public market a few days a week.
And on the main street, an inviting patisserie – with Jeannie checking out a dessert for me.
I was hoping she might choose one of each. Sadly, that was not to be.