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... to fight the Russian campaign and still have enough to get back to Berlin in time for tea with the Fuhrer.
The satnav told me the nearest one was 7 miles northwest of us, so we broke off our route and cut off down this country lane. After a short while it was evident this road was hardly used and cut through some forestry. The road surface was covered in lethal green moss and fell away at the edges. ...
Me and the cous-cous baby are going to have part company soon or I'll have to buy a pram!!
Today we were off to Nantes but said we would pop in and see Paul & Gilberte (imagine if she had married someone like me)
"What's your name love?"
"I'm not deaf love, I got it the first time"
Then to the Quentels for a bit ...
We decided last night that we would have another day with the Quentels. So after a fitful night's sleep and a morning's heavy blogging, Annie came and picked us up at 1pm.
When we arrived at their house Will wanted to see the river at the bottom of the garden. 'No problem, why not?' says I. I haven't been down to the bottom of their garden for 30 odd years and admittedly the ...
... us with coffee and Danish pastry. Will smiles politely but has his first taste of French conversation so I have to translate - not a problem, he's trying to remember what he learned in school to have a stab at talking to Li-Li. The years come flooding back, the first time I tried with him in 1974 and it takes a dog's age. He's trying to tell him how you get the pear in a bottle of hooch, Will thinks the bottle bottom is false.Annie returns, another coffee and then back to the ...
... main course monsieur?"
I'd spotted andouilette and knew from Bucko's experience it was **** in a bag, didn't want that. So by a process of elimination of disgusting stuff I went for 'langue de boeuf' - as did Will. Now I know that means beef tongue and I've had ox tongue at home, admittedly it was post war Britain, rationing was still on, it did come out of a tin, and my mum made me eat it, so thought cant' be that bad.
The salad ...