You don’t know “fine” until you’ve experienced “Classic Rolls-Royce Meet-up In Sunny French Countryside” fine, my personal favorite Fine brand.

Yesterday I went to a meet of the French branch of the RREC, the Rolls-Royce Enthusiast’s Club, which is of course the official RR (and Bentley) owner’s club.

There weren’t too many cars, just about a dozen or so. But I kinda appreciate that, since it left me time to spend up close and personal with each car.

Now, this isn’t exactly the kind of gritty, Oppo-like meet that I usually enjoy more, but my god was it a fine day. Perfect weather, a surprising variety of cars (as much as you can given the theme of the meet), and gorgeous locations nestled about 30mn east of Paris. I grew up not very far from that area, but I had absolutely no idea the places we went to even existed. Really great job by the gentleman who set about picking our itinerary for the day.

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We first met up at a very impressive chateau built by one of France’s richest families in the early 20th century. The gravel alley, the impecable grass and the whole park were a perfect setting for such a refined group of automobiles.

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A couple of Mercedes were with us too
Note the peasant

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After a brief tour of the cars (and their servants) we set off to our next location, an old farm reconverted into a very lovely stable.

That Bentley Turbo R was very lovely. Funny to see such an angry thing in that assortment of cars

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Oh hi doggie

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After a brief tour of the place it was time to move our little group through some narrow countryside roads to our lunch location, itself quite fitting of our car aristocracy status.

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See the lineage, understand the history (sorry, can’t help it)

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Our couple of German friends
It’s impressive how much contrast you can get within even the most restrained of brands

And after a couple of hours spent eating a great meal, chatting with the owners and circling each car like a famished bird of prey, we started the startlingly silent engines and headed to our final destination for the day. Honestly I have never witnessed a quieter classic car meet. These put hybrids to shame.

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We gathered our esteemed herd of noble steeds (sorry I must have caught something) in a 14th century castle, in which a dude actually sort of lives, with no electricity or even properly sealed windows. Fascinating discovery, and again, perfectly fitting of our pack!

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And after that, it was time to go home, mesmerized by all that luxury. Truly one the finest ways to spend a Sunday.

As usual, to see more pics from that day you can check out my album on Flickr: