When we travel we like to rent a car so that we can take those roads less traveled. And this allows us the pleasure of indulging in the time-honoured tradition of the Boot Lunch. It’s ready when you are. It doesn’t involve an arduous search for a suitable restaurant agreed to by all. It’s cheap. 🙂 We’ve boot lunched in numerous parking lots, or roadside with various wonderful views …
In Menton, last stop before crossing from France into Italy – this was actually a boot breakfast but, whatever 😉
and in a marble quarry …
The aquabianca marble quarry in Tuscany.
The weekly photo challenge this week is: Lunchtime
Beyond the Brush 
What a brilliant way to carry your picnic lunch. Love your adventures.
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What a clever way to interpret the lunchtime challenge! Love it 🙂
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😉
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We also “boot lunch” it while traveling. We would never think to drink a bottle of wine while eating lunch at home, but we do when we picnic out of the boot!
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It beats hitting a fast food outlet looking for a cheap meal. But is not as good as that pasta we lunched on in Carrara 😉
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Yada, yada, yada. You always have to rub it in.
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You get your licks with the 75 degrees, I do it with a place drop here and there 🙂
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Touche.
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😉 Gotcha.
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Funny, I had a similar take. Sometimes improvisation makes it more memorable.
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Agreed. 🙂
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A unique interpretation!
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😉
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Love your boot stop lunches…such a great idea. It really would stop the where to eat dilemmas 🙂
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It does. It’s always ready and waiting for the convenient moment or the hunger pains. And did I say it’s cheap? 😉 Gotta keep those travel costs down.
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So true. We do a boot stop lunch (though I never called them this before – I will from now on) when we drive up north to Rosshire. Mostly because there really are very few places to stop and eat, and they all shut quite early…
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Yes, that’s another point – you can eat according to your own schedule. I don’t know how many closed restaurants we encountered in France, always seeming to get hungry at the wrong times.
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