Yes, it's true. Ermilia has been busy stuffing my best toilettes with tissue, the bags are out, and we've laid on the lap rugs and picnic hampers. While the Muscato Mobile may not be quite on the order of this lovely 1939 Delage Chaperon roadster, we are nonetheless off for a few days of motoring in the region, or at least of motoring interrupted with large doses of luxurious lethargy, the occasional bout of gluttony, and, one hopes, lashings of Champagne or what passes for it in these parts.
If the techno-gods allow, there might be a little checking in from parts yet more exotic, but if not, I trust you all to behave yourselves. Au reservoir!