e continued our foodless journey through the lovely countryside of Southern France. With gnawing starvation eating at my stomach, I had by now convinced myself that our escort had, for his part, eaten a delicious meal and slept in a cozy bed.
It was fortunate that he disappeared for good at the Valence Rail Station because I had begun to hate this chap.
A lady whom we came to know as Madame Sabatier took us in tow.
She "parked" the four of us in a hotel room with a wartime Camembert cheese for supper.
Starved as we were, we could not bring ourselves to eat this vile-smelling thing, so different from what we were used to, and left it under the mattress.