Where did I leave that car?

I finally went to retrieve my car, an 11 hour round trip.  The length of time it took was partly due to the fact that Hertz car hire in Le Havre and the garage were closed between 12 and 2pm.  If the British think that tailgating is a problem in the UK they should come to France to experience a masterclass.  The taxi ride from my home to Saumur was one of those times when your foot is constantly hitting the imaginary brake as the taxi driver drove at high speed to within a foot of the car in front.  As it was the hour when everyone was going to work what did she expect to gain apart from annoying the driver in front? 

On the way to Le Havre I stopped in a supermarket, a very large, very busy supermarket.  When I came out I looked around for the car I had hired.  I was convinced it was black but where did I leave it exactly?  I checked the card key to find the number plate details but there were none.  Now in the UK you would probably find a few Renault Meganes in a car park but here in France there are hundreds of them.  I headed to where I thought I had left it, pressing the key card as I went listening for the tell tale click and lights flashing.  Nothing.  Why hadn't I looked at the number plate before I went in the shop?  I decided to take it logically and went along one line then another, clicking desperately as I went. 

After at least 20 minutes with my arm falling off from the weight of the bag I got a response.  It was a grey Renault Clio.