Finally, we have our new car!   It only took 3 hours to sign all of the paperwork and graciously accept the instructions of all the various people hauled out of the woodwork to show us how stuff works.  Mon mari's signing hand is in a sling today, but we hope for a full recovery.

We will now join the millions of other Europeans on the road in faceless, unidentifiable, black mini-vans.  We will no longer stand out in the crowd….or be able to find our car in a parking lot.  Our old car stood above the rest, and was bright blue as well.  That, coupled with the Andorra license, insured that we never wandered aimlessly through the car park at IKEA.  I'm going to have to actually memorize the license number – which will also be longer than the 4-digit Andorran one…..sigh!

Now we just have to get the old beast back to Andorra, without incident, so we can sell it.  We know they'll accept it, especially if we sell it to a local.   

Oh yeah, the dogs fit – at least the big girl does!  Our little German bitch was a scairdy-dog and wouldn't jump in.  As it was raining,  I didn't feel like standing there to force the issue….

The rain is also the reason the pic's are so dark…but, that's winter in the Vendee…

For all of you non-car people: it's a Volkswagen Touran Match. 
I, a non-car person, have to be able to see the name on a car to identify it, unlike mon mari, who is a car person and can identify them by their taillights, or bumper, or some such mysterious thing.  On the other hand, he can't tell a weed from an herb, so he can't work in the garden….not a stupid man, is he?