Our First Campground

RETROPOST: After successfully navigating out of Paris and through the beautiful contryside, we arrive at our first campground, replete with requisite Chateau. It was about 8:00 PM and the office was closed after a few nervous moments about where we would sleep that night, I saw the sign telling us to just chose a site and check-in in the morning. OK disaster averted. When I went back to my waiting husband to tell him what I had discovered, he was speaking to a lady in a golf cart. I hear her say "What language DO you speak?" Apperently husband had become so tongue-tied trying to think in both French and English that he was reduced to uttering incomprehensible mono-sylabic sounds. Once he was able to represent himself she told him very nicely the same info that I had just got done reading in the sign. We were golden.
The place was perfect. We picked a great spot, hooked up and went up to the restaurant to get some food. We sat outside, has a beer, and enjoyed the atmosphere. Went back to the camper and slept peacefully. Still jet-lagged we woke up around 10AM, cleaned up, ate and mulled around. Around 12:30PM, we decided we should probably get going and went up tp the office to check in and out.
Upon arrival, we were greeted by a sign telling us that the office would be open again after lunch. Apperently, lunch in France ends at 3PM. We could not wait 2.5 hours for the office to open. We wrote a note telling them that we had stayed there last night, but had to leave. We slipped 24euros along with the note explaining our ignorance of the 3 hour lunch and drove off.