A peaceful evening in Bouillon

We were tempted to head for Reims for the night but stopped instead at the hotel La Porte de France in Bouillon, Belgium. It was nothing extraordinary but certainly adequate and it got us off the road. Bouillon is a picturesque town that Lin and I had visited on 1989.  While Linda and Earl were resting, Helen and I took a nice walk around town looking at menus in front of restaurants.  Though all were in French, most had english as well.  We still laugh about the entry item whose English translation was "Bunny in the traditional manner witrh carrot."  To this day, Helen and I occasionally say, "Ahhh.. What's up doc?"