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... English in the entire town. We found our hostel super late at night (and they don't make hostels in France like they did in Spain... no more free internet!). The next morning, we walked into town not really knowing what to see or do. But as we were looking for a quick Petit Dejuner (breakfast) we stumbled upon the Saturday market. We sat at a cafe on the square and had the most amazing breakfast 5 euro can buy if you ...

... Argh! I tried to get him to go up into the town and explore, but I couldn&#8217;t drag him further than a few blocks - worry that we needed to be back in time&#8230;?!?!<br><br>Finally around 4, they opened the gate so we could drive in. Only to find the ticket office didn&#8217;t open until 6pm. While waiting, we talked with a lovely Frenchcouple who were completely unperturbed at our lack of language ...

... was treated to a surprise tea party chez moi (complete with Disney napkins and cups...and wine) and I bought her a kettle, tea, and biscuits, what every British girl on her year abroad needs (well, apart from myself, being a strange and rare non-tea-drinking creature)! She had a fantastic time and all were home by 10:30 (the buses don't run late here), but then again we had started relatively early! For Louise we had a film night and then a night out. I think her ...

... yesterday, Saturday, and it is cooler but still nice. The trip here was spectacular with many olive groves and big mountains. Today we went on a tour to Les Beax - another medieval town with a castle - poor Graham and on his birthday too. Then we went winetasting and to the premier olive oil producers in France. The Mistrql was blowing on the tour and it was very cold but warmer back here in the camp. Tomorrow we explore Aix on foot then we go to Avignon.

... sequence touching land in a tornado and leaving buildings lying limbs akimbo in its wake. I like entering at some unknown entrance and just seeing where the maze will spit me out, as long as it&#8217;s still daylight. The main street is Canebiere, which I affectionately refer to as the &#8216;canebreak,&#8217; in homage to my roots, and from there streets radiate in all directions. <br><br>Marseilles is pizza ...

It was quite a study in contrasts moving from the bright, festive colors of Roussillon to the severely plain, unadorned walls of this medieval Cistercian Abbey. We originally sought out the Abbey, in part, because in most of the pictures of it, it is surrounded by lavender fields which the monks tend to support their order. Alas, it is too late for lavender! Still, the building is very majestic and sits alone in the bottom ...

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... yes she is in her 60s, you can tell from the wrinkles, but she is still so stylish, and way more chic than me: tidy silvery hair, nice makeup, yellow little jacket over turquiose sweater, with a gigantic yellow rock ring to match, I had to tell her I wish I'd look so good at her age. We talked about her good years past in French embassy around the world, hanging out with opera singers and writers, about her 3 successive dogs of the same strain and name, her ...

... cell calls (why?) and finally, being resourceful, I just opened the damn washer door, (it was on the second of god knows how many cycles- these washers run for an hour) let the water flow out in a tide (on me), threw her clothes back in when the washer was empty of water, slammed the door and locked it as it should have been done. I was soaked. The washers worked. The place was flooded. I was a hero to two young girls who thanked me profusely in French. In the ...

... The biggest surprise was a little boy who sang with amazing professionalism, in true Parisian style. There were lots of local products for sale (and tasting) and various farm animals to admire. The village itself had a lot of charm. We were joined by George's cousin Marie-France and her boyfriend, who invited us to their holiday house in the Presque-Isle de Giens, "presque-isle" being literally an ...