28He came out of the departure lounge of Charles de Gaulle and went to the car-hire desk. Less than thirty minutes later he drove out of the bewildering road network of the airport, heading towards the south and Burgundy.
Lambert kept his eyes straight ahead, trying to read the signs. Too many destinations, too many numbers, nothing making much sense. He hadn't included satnav in his rental. He hated satnav, resisting the obvious advantages of using the system. Now, glancing up at the massive road signs sprawling across the highway, he wished he hadn't been such a bloody Luddite.
He concentrated on seeking out the main cities, caught the name of Troyes on the A5 out of Paris, then struck west, heading for Auxerre.
The landscape changed from flat, endless plains to the gentle rolling hil
