Rick, who knows my sense of direction is as good as a person blindfolded and spun around 30 times, showed more faith than any husband should, agreed when I suggested the Valance exit.
We both thought it would be the next phase of the French autoroute.
We drove for kilometers and kilometers thru beautiful deserted country with mountains.
We came to a village with a huge church almost cathedral size.
Voiron, a town of 20,000 appeared and we chose Les Archers, with its bowman's theme. The lamb was great and Rick enjoyed his linguini pesto.
We did find the autoroute.
We did get home at about the same time as if we had gone the right way, but it wouldn't have been half the fun.