Holiday road trip in the Peugeot 5008

I have a fondness for French cars. There, I’ve said it. My infatuation probably stems from the Citroen 2CV my mum owned back in the late 1960s. Yes, it was slow. No, it wasn’t comfortable and yes, it ended its all too short life on its side (with me inside). But I loved that car. I loved its quirky styling, it’s pale blue paint, and the black canvas roof that folded back like an old sardine tin. Above: Yep, that's little old me, circa 1969