In an April Blog I was harping on about being run over in a minor car accident and my dad gave me a book while I recuperated (see ). The book was the Phoenix and the Carpet and I have always liked the analogy.
We saw a real life example en route to the Petite Camargue, when after a few hairpin bends we were gasping for a coffee. Stopped at a road side restaurant (called Le Phénix) that at first glance looked burnt out and then we saw they were serving...
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| le phénix risen from the ashes (sort of) |
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| 'our' car and the wee caravan |
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