It’s all over bar the shouting. A few days left. Then it’s puff! All gone. Just a bunch of memories. Shared ones. And shareable. Something to look back on. Bring a smile to a glum face on a rainy day.
Today we’re in Châlons-en-Champagne. It’s not a rainy day. It’s warm. Probably our last one until 2020. It has one of the prettiest Hotel de Ville we’ve come across.

On closer inspection we find they’ve prettied it up some . . .


With no sites as such, we walk the streets. See the sights.
Thanks to a certain Mr Astley. Philip not Rick, France has enjoyed over two hundred years of circus. Châlons-en-Champagne the nation’s circus home. Its training centre based here. Behind these doors. Honest.
