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... an old guy who was staying at the camp ( he must have been well into his 80s) came wandering by and began chatting away to us at 100mph - in French of course. When I said to him that that my French was very average because we came from Australia, he suddenly began standing to attention, saluting, and hand-on-heart, and raving about Australia. He wanted to shake my hand and hug Treas, and, it seemed, was very appreciative of Australia's efforts in France during the War. Anyway, ...
... till 6:30. We did some shopping and made some food and spent a quite evening with our books. Tomorrow we will visit Port-Grimaud and take the boat to St. Tropez. 3rd We woke up with no sun, so we changed our plans and left to see Port-Grimaud and St. Tropez in the morning and hope that the sun will appear a little later. We took the boat from the port of Port-Grimaud to Saint-Tropez which costs ...
Once we left Italy, with bags full of antique cutlery and door knobs bought in one of the many markets, we entered France.
Our first stop in France was Montecarlo.
We arrived at dark and parked in a very posh looking road above the marina.
Fintan of course was hungry. His timing as usual was impeccable: most inopportune time and place to seek food, Montecarlo's marina at 11p.m.
A little cafe, equivalent to a class z British ...
... Alpes-Côte d'Azur region, we soon realised that this huge place was a veritable maze that you (we!) could easily get lost in - competely lost! It took me until the end of the week to get my bearing - and even then, I was sure which path to take.
Nevertheless, Les Prairies is a super complex with lots of attractions - lots to do. We wanted a week of relaxation with a smattering of sight-seeing thrown in - and that's what we got. Ah, bliss!
... and feel the divot detach from it's unblemished neighbouring turf.
When we got to the uphill section going back towards Mougins village, Juliet was worried I was going to have a heart attack. It was very steep and went on a fair distance but I just slowed my pace and struggled on up.
We stopped for a drink at the pub on the way back. We imagined it would be shut being Bastille Day but the joint was jumpin'!
Late afternoon, we caught the bus down ...