Campsites,France #16of16

A couple of times in the past we have tried to stay at the campsite in Kaysersberg, Dr. Albert Schweitzer’s birthplace, but it was full each time. This year (1995) space was available and quite expensive ($16), and even though the electricity didn’t work, they would not refund the extra cost. At Dr. Albert Schweitzer’s birthplace in Kaysersberg, the video camera just quit. We had planned to go from here to Switzerland, and on to Italy, or somewhere, but now we just went to the campsite to sit and think. We returned to Emmy’s Cousin’s home in Mettlach, Germany, then made a phone call to the USA that solved the camera problem, at least for a while.

In a campsite at Villars-Brandis, 20 Km from Cannes, some people had a TV setting out in the open, and the volume was so loud we had difficulty talking to each other, let alone sleeping. I went over and asked them to turn it down. They were unhappy about the request, but did lower the volume. They were older people, perhaps they were hard of hearing. If they had kept the volume way high, we would have been hard of hearing as well as sleepless, before the night was out.

We decided to stop in St. Menehould, between Châlons and Verdun, for the night. There were several very large tents (room for 25 people at least), one was a kitchen with dining tables, others were full of beds, but there were no people in the tents this night. This was the least we paid for any campsite in any of the eight countries we visited in 1995, about $7.

We camped a few miles from Perouges, on the way to Lyon. The campsite was run by the town of Nievroz, and is located near the town of Montiuel. The campsite was pleasant and new, and had plenty of hot water, with nice facilities. We went into town to get gasoline, and noticed one tire was a little soft. Got it fixed in Arles, a couple of days later.

When we got to the campsite in Strasbourg, Emmy was tired, grass was green, water was wet, what else is new, and she was exasperated! She took a shower, but that didn’t work right either. Somehow reminded me of a “wet hen.” Another year at this campsite, they insisted we park on the grass in the heavy rain, then had to get a truck to pull us out of the mud when we were ready to leave. I had asked to park elsewhere, so did not feel sorry for them, that they had to help us out of the mud.