Le Prieure Saint-Michel
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Today we road the Route du Cidre - a 50km loop around the Cidre vineyards of Normandy. It was fun! There areas many gorgeous little villages, and heaps of Zebra houses! Very typical of the region. We arrived at the final Cidre place, Genevieve. The man was lovely, knew we were Aussies - "cadel evans!!". We bought a bottle of Cidre and sat on his lawn enjoying it in the sun. In the afternoon we went to town and shared a Nutella crepe. ...
We were hungry when we arrived so of course, managed to find the patisserie for a chocolate croissant! So good!!!!!! We wandered around the gorgeous little town, bought a bottle of cider, and enjoyed it back at the van with some baguette and cheese. We stayed at a free Aire just down the road from the town. It was busy, we got almost the last ...
... looking at how to do it for ours. Flies have been one of the biggest nuisances when we have the door open. We have just eaten the last item from our freeze box, so it will be either salad or eggs + bacon tomorrow. We are heading for an Aire at Boulogne for the last couple of nights so that we can visit the Nausicaa Aquarium and do some wine shopping at a hypermarket before crossing the water on Friday.
... college vb teammate, resident USC fanatic ( really--she is President of the Paris USC alumni organization), and is a 30 year resident of Paris.
The family lunches w/ Leslie and me at a little brasserie suggested by Les, cafe Louis Phillipe, that is near the Bourg and right on the Siene. Les is there, smiling, beautiful, and chicer than all the natural born French women combined. She is wearing a black stretchy shirt, a finely tailored off-white skirt, black ...
... the next town. Enough about driving, suffice is to say I got used to it fairly quickly and was swishing along the country roads in no time, enjoying my little Twingo (with a name like that I didn’t have to think of a new or better one) and heading for Camembert. Well, I hoped I was; for some reason I’d never bought a map and was using a tourist guide book with rough drawings of the regions in it. This entailed a thick blue stripe indicating a freeway, and the names of ...