We rented a car at Guerre Du Nord and drove to Toulouse. Nothing quite like popping up in the middle of Paris is a modern car with stick when the only other stick you’ve driven is a 68 mustang.
I stalled it more than 5 times, was white as a sheet (according to my wife), and my wife almost jumped out of the car before we got out of the city. The only thing that kept us going was knowing we wouldn’t be able to find where to return the car.
All this before cell phone GPS.
It was quite the experience (and a great story when my wife tells it), but it is definitely one I’d like to never repeat.
