The Ferry to Northern France

As a kid, it was just the ferry. I just loved the ferry. And that was one of my favourite bits of the holiday. The salty spray, the smell of gasoline. That smell, when you drive a car into a car, there's something so magical about that smell. It's even just driving on to the first place, and also exiting when the mouth yawns open again at the other side. Welcome to Northern France. We don't have gold coins to put over your eyes, but we do have onion rings in our own.