Goodbye Paris. A quick wave as we passed the Arc de Triomphe and the Moulin Rouge.

Northward to Sant-Quentin, France, for a traditional… Indian dinner.

Charging:

We lazily just let the Tesla guide us to a supercharger along the way. For the first time in our two years of driving a Tesla, there was actually a queue. Fascinated by the novelty, we hung around, wondering how it’s sorted. A line of cars had formed at one end, so we drove around to join. We waited over 20 minutes. Not a novelty anymore. But I can say I’ve done it now.

It turned out to be some end of holiday high demand rush. If we had it again, I would have picked a less busy charger along the route