In the end, the nice German girls that saved us from Alsace had to drop us at the last gas station before Lyon because they were going around it. Which allowed France to save face by providing us with a local driver. And an interesting insight. He started trying to dodge by asking how we would strap me in the car, and Weirdo started explaining him the harness trick when the driver cut him midsentence: “I actually have a baby seat”.
So people that have an empty baby seat don’t actually know it… We were kind of counting on the fact that those people would be compelled to take us… Bummer.
And, 10 kils of French-driving later, we’re in Lyon,in the metro, on our way to see Gwen.