Wheels down

After 3 flights, 2 stops and 34 hours we're still smiling and in Toulouse. Darling Lizzie is a sight for sore eyes, as have been the wonderful wheelchair boys and girls who've been pushing mum around the airports. They've been charming, punctual and know all the short-cuts. It's the only way to travel. Just another couple of hours up the motorway and we'll be home. Bienvenue la belle France!