You can't get there from here

"I  could be talked into . . . " J. said as we sorted laundry.

"I woke up, thinking about it." I said.

We've spent enough time together that full sentences are often optional. The "it" was the Chinese buffet across the border in France. Rick, who was up against deadlines, decided to stay home and write.

The restaurant was a favourite destination, but in the past couple of years getting there was a challenge because of road works after a barrier had been put up. Instead of taking a left into their driveway it was 5K down to the next turn off and 5K back to the restaurant.

Then the turn-around was became even a longer drive.

We tried the back roads a couple of time only to be sidetracked hither and yon,  and we'd finally be able to see the restaurant. Of course, seeing it, didn't mean a direct entrance, but hunger would drive us to locate our final destination.

But today, we found the right short cut.

EXCEPT

Smugness was premature.

We were blocked by a vide grenier --not that we weren't happy to see all the smiley faces as people carried their purchases to the cars parked along the side of the road -- making passage on the narrow road a challenge.

We decided to go up the mountain and try and run parallel to the road to the restaurant. The vide grenier was longer than we thought again blocking our route.

So back up the mountain and over.

We did see a goat house with goat and solar panel on the roof. Maybe he had lights and a TV.

The scenery was spectacular.

Finally we were able to come off the mountain, took a roundabout and directly into the restaurant's parking.

Ladies and gentlemen...it was delicious.