Flaming Inferno

No-no-no-no - it's raining! Thick drops are hammering on the caravan roof this morning. It's pouring, pattering, drenching, splashing like from buckets—owls and sea monkeys and dogs, frogs, sheep, rabbits and bats, like a cow that pees, the sky is falling on our heads! In this weather, exploring the countless curves, loops, and bends of the Ognon by kayak is simply unthinkable. And this is after we narrowly escaped a calamity, a catastrophe, an inferno just yesterday.

At this time of year, countless flea markets lie along our route, and as you can imagine, we have no detour too far for that. For me, the grand finale of a French