A photogenic castle, a bridge with no model dog, rain sabotaging plans and a dad who squeezes every area as if it were nomadic magic. Who said a grey day can't shine?
🇫🇷 France – Global Tracking 2025
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Between morning deluges, strategic shopping and gentlemen camouflaged with giant binoculars, Chuly gets a new stuffed toy and ends up sleeping in a magical corner by the River Creuse.
We thought we were just going to eat by a lake… and we ended up listening to a stranger's entire life before getting lost in a perfect forest for sleeping rough.
Oradour-sur-Glane leaves us speechless and without a walk. I, the only dog in the world banned by history, wait outside while Dad visits the ruins. At the end of the day, calm returns among trees and screws.
Between a castle fallen from the sky, a pizza coming out of a machine and a secret corner by a stream, we celebrate a thousand nights on wheels… and we still haven’t learned to stay still.
I thought we were going to spend the day among grass and naps, but Daddy Edu started the engine and we ended up exploring castles, rivers and fairytale villages before sleeping by Lake Rouffiac.
A pretty lake, but with a sign saying "dogs prohibited". XXL shopping, epic nap and a happy ending by the Vienne river, with the whole meadow just for my paws.
An immense lake, a sandy beach without bathers and an army of kamikaze acorns bombarding our camper van. In the end, canine victory and explosion-free rest.
Today I conquered a hidden beach, I played until I buried the ball three times, I survived a road with more bends than a snake and ended up watching over a secret lake just for me.
I thought we'd stay in our secret paradise, but Daddy Edu took me from boring hills to medieval bridges and we ended up at a mysterious lake under the night sky.
We climbed Puy Mary by a steep path, saw the sun set behind the hills and went down almost in the dark. All after surprise waterfalls, giant dams and mountain roads.
I thought the closed road was only for cars... so I lay down in the middle of it as if it were my private terrace. Between repeated bends, picture-postcard villages and a gorge without any humans, even I lost count of the landscapes.