Driving from Paris to Lyon, France to Turin, Italy Ohhhh Mon Dieu!

So I am just wondering IF one's spouse or partner is the same sex, let's just say two males, do they drive furiously  to their destination because there is some bio-genetic code that males have to combat with the road?  Then it would follow that IF one's spouse or partner is the same sex let's also conjecture two females they would wander seemingly without purpose but just gathering lovely experience after experience and take forever to arrive at the original destination?  Just wondering.

Certainly, I believe that IF there is a man behind the wheel there will be only combat with the road, the petrol, the other cars, the mileage..."what is a Fountainbleu?  huh? yeah I think I heard of Castle Chateauneuf?  Burgoyne, there was a WWII battle there right?  Do you want to stop at the next truck stop, I can top off the fuel?"  Well, you can say this can't be a road trip, but that does not make it so.

Really the intent is to put some jest in this post and ultimately with some "skillful point making", that is what they call 'pouting' right,  we ultimately stopped at enough 'truck stops' to take a couple of pictures of the spectacular Alps, Mont Blanc, the almost fine art road signs in France that picturesquely announced what the next city or town was well known for, such as one was famous for champagne and it had bubbles on it...just lovely.

While in the ferociously moving vehicle I got a spectacular shot of an ancient church literally at the top of the mountain with the sun making it seem as made of gold, don't have a clue what it was but if it was what I think it was, a church where princes and soldiers went before long journeys to receive blessings to protect them on the a harrowing road ahead....coincidence perhaps not!  

About 500 miles all in all, the car GPS is pretty good, the streets of Lyon were a nightmare, we were not safely in bed until well after midnight.  No parking had been reserved for us, so we had to seek public parking and literally haul all of the luggage to our room.  Well, let me painfully honest here, the result of NOT having a bio-genetic code to combat with a  road, also makes it impossible for one to haul anything but the little fuzzy one, my purse and my "keep it happy damn it attitude" because this is a great trip., seriously a really great trip.

Our spirits sometimes go south when we get tired but in reality we both love to solve things and solving the mystery of the destination on a foreign road is pretty invigorating.  It would seem that the major highways are funded by tolls, you pay the toll based on how many km you have go from checkpoint to checkpoint.  We stopped counting but think in our  500 mile journey there were approximately 6 tolls and we paid in total about 100 Euros or about $140.  We felt safe at night, but we didn't take any chances just to be sure.  Tolls and tunnels, since you going through the Alps there are lots of tunnels, makes the Eisenhower Tunnel look like a poser, sorry Colorado.  

The little fuzzy one is doing really well all things considered, however shy she was before, and she was VERY shy has gone a little shyer.  For me her tender little heart and extraordinary big brown eyes make me strong for her.  There is a really cute picture posted tonight of her little head resting on my neck pillow in our hotel room in Lyon at midnight waiting for her humans to finally go to bed.  Did I mention that she has not barked once on the trip?  In the hotel in Lyon, there was an ever so slight growl when she heard someone go down the hall, only if you know her will you know how very slight that growl was.  

The next post will be about setting up house in Turin, I miss a shopping center, and the Turin grocery store clerk tried to school me on buying produce.  Well, that is a story for later.