Chateau de Behen
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... and relations. A lovely send off for Desmond Kenneth Holden aged 91.
Stayed in Wellington for a week and then headed back to France.
Met Amanda in Paris and spent a day exploring. Found the old area where we had a lovely dinner. The area was packed and we spent most of our time people watching from our air-conditioned table. We also found the Paris marina, just about in the centre of Paris, and on the underground train track. We will ...
... We walked up the side of the Montagne de Beaune and had a great view of Beaune and the grapes. When we got back to the park, Dad, Ben and Jon got to row a boat on the pond. On the pond, we saw ducks, a crane and fish. It was a bit hard to row because there was so much pond weed. Ben tried to lift an oar and it was very heavy. After the row, it was time for ice cream and fairy floss. Jon ...
... beginning to end of almost a 1,000 feet. Construction began in 1775 and was completed in 1832. Until the 1960’s the canals were used almost exclusively for hauling cargo. With better transportation and declining cargo traffic some entrepreneurs commenced in the 60’s developing the hotel barge industry by converting the cargo boats to passenger boats. Our Caprice was built in the ...
... chemical products such as caustic soda, bleach, hydrochloric acid and various solvents. These pleasant products are used in the automobile industry, for air conditioning and for the chemical industry in general. Other products are used in the production of PVC plastics. The old loading quays alongside the factory are no longer used and, for obvious reasons, mooring is forbidden for leisure craft.” I checked the French - ...
... table cloths and silver cruet set, with a small bathing pool for splashing around in on the front deck – but that was not ours. Nor was it the one with the barbecue sizzling on its aft deck, wafting smells around its neighbours. Ours, moored beside a rank of bikes on the bank, was a converted working boat, a crane folded across it amidships, a collection of plastic chairs, spare bicycles and kayaks cluttering its top, and a faded skull and cross-bones pennant hanging ...