|Mum and Dad|
I can imagine him doing his darndest to hide his initial surprise when the waitress (probably with a wry Gallic grin) presented the dish complete with one huge, wet, orangey egg yolk resting in a crater of raw mince.
|My dad was shaking so much he couldn't focus|
|Mum doing her best Cadel impersonation in Brittany near Brest.|
|Normally Dad's lycra pants are more colourful.|
Pedalling on their bikes around France, Mum and Dad noticed a big difference between French motorists and Perth motorists. They were given ample space on the road whether or not there was a bicycle lane. They came to appreciate the patience that French motorists had for them as they pedalled along on their way.
|Mum and Dad liked the pedestrian scale of the Parisian streets.|