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04-Jun-2010 -- This was the most unpleasant Confluence Point during my journey.

I came from 49°N-03°E and was guided on the motorways around Paris. There was a lot of traffic and I was shown that the drivers of Paris have their own style. Additionally the French motorcyclists proved their bad reputation. I approached the Charles-de-Gaulle Airport and drove through it. I was awarded with a nice photo of the Concorde. What a pity that this excellent piece of engineering art does not fly any more. I really would have loved to fly with her supersonic across the Atlantic Ocean. One dream I am not able to fulfil any more.

But back to my journey: due to whatever reason my navigation system lead me in a residential area and when I reversed out of a dead end street I scratched my bumper. Funny but true: this piece of my car was exchanged exactly one year ago. Fortunately I did not touch the cars parked along the road but I hit a wall of a fence. The owner came out and was relieved that his car was not damaged and he did not bother about a bit of colour on his wall.

A bit excited I continued and searched a good parking place. Finally I parked my car at the Parc aux Étoiles (which is named Observatoire astronomique in the topographic map of Mr. Pouwels report), 690 metres beeline to the point.

I walked southbound to the exit sign of the town. A small forest road forks off and is blocked by a barrier. About 30 metres further the road turns to the west and later to the north. Note that these ways are also printed on the mentioned map. The way passes the Confluence Point with about 20 metres distance. The point turned out to be in a small depression, so I descended and zeroed out the GPS receivers.

After I repacked all the gear I checked all my belongings by routine and I realized that my car keys were missing. “Damned!”, I thought and calmed down, because I knew I did not touch the pockets where I usually place the keys. 35 minutes after I left my car I returned back at my car and was very relieved that the keys were still in the lock of my car. Luckily the French people are honest!

The next Confluence Point on my schedule was 49°N-01°E close to the town of Bonneville-sur-Iton. I planned to pitch up my tent at the camping site in Bonneville. As I reached it I had to call for the owner and found a simple but typically French site for my tent. The Confluence Point 49°N-01°E was tempting 2.6 kilometres beeline off my tent, but I preferred to have a quiet evening and relax.