So we’re off.
It’s an anxious business, though, leaving the domestic domain for an extended period of time and heaven forbid anyone should know of our departure.
In an effort to fool the local criminal fraternity, we elect to order a taxi service from a departure point some way distant from the house. The idea of taking the bus into town has been quietly dropped since we are taking full advantage of out Premium Economy luggage allowance and in an unaccustomed show of excess, we have eight large cases between six of us.
Thus we depart like a herd of elephants trundling down the road, six abreast to avoid any dodgem collisions.
Très discreet.
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