So, I got online and started looking a bit into here--and found a lot of things that made me excited to simply discover another place. This is where "the pleasures of Mulhouse" really do begin. Because space is scarce in Paris and plentiful in Alsace.
In other words, Mulhouse would be a little adventure, though certainly one that is much sleepier than the urban racous riots of Paris.
A little less craze We left around 10pm, so the traffic around Paris was quasi-inexistent. Around 2h30 in the morning, debating whether to rest someplace or keep going for the all-nighter experience, we stopped for treats at a truck stop only to learn--between the truckers playing video games, lounging on massage chairs, or playing games where you shoot things with a plastic gun--that we had missed a turn awhile back and were now in Macon.
An HOUR south of our route at am!!! JR had never had the "pleasure" of seeing an Fso, since there was one at the next autoroute turnaround which we had to take to get back on the route going in the opposite direction of where we were! A voice through a loudspeaker let our van through the protection gates always a reassuring feature of F1 and Etap motels when one is trekking around with one's life in a car!
Dead tired, we tucked ourselves into our very very green and little twin beds--after a few more photos while laughing in our overexhausted state wise to have stopped! It was lovely, in fact, to drive in the early morning and to see the countryside as we approached Mulhouse.
