The first year we went, 1997, driving down on the Friday night (as we knew no better) there was some chap in an old Land Rover camped out on one of the roundabouts on the N138 (as was).
It's ok, roundabouts in France are multipurpose. My mate stopped off at one in the early hours to have a go with his skateboard as it had some perfect concrete curves Rad
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