The rugged beauty of the French interior far off the autoroutes is fascinating. The old cars seamlessly fit into the scenery of coarsely plastered walls, gas lamps giving off a yellow shine, and sycamore trees. It smells of good food and wood fire. Less fascinating are the white clouds that billow from under the S-Class come evening. The hose to the heat exchanger is torn off at the clamp! Standstill. Shortening works, but now it is… too short! Saturday evening, 5:30 pm, in the middle of France. We take off in the G-Class and find a workshop for quads, where a friendly mechanic cuts up an old chopper handle bar for us and inserts it into the severed hose with industrial-strength clamps. That does the job. Sometimes it is good to speak a little French. And the makeshift solution holds, all the way to Monaco! Highly satisfied and a little bit proud, we reach the port city Marseilles after dark. Hello Mediterranean!