Hôtel Font Mourier
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- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
- Room service
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We got on the road by 8.45 am after a fond goodbye with our hosts. Onto the Autostrada A8 and then the A9 heading for Le Someil and expecting heaps of traffic, as this weekend marks the end of the EU summer break, just like the second weekend of January in OZ. The landscape is changing and we are passing hills much like those of the Flinders Ranges with rugged rocky peaks. But interlaced are fields of sunflowers ...
... I was going to spend the day exploring the shopping areas if Cannes which are so cool.... however, a full day was not going to be granted. The boat that was in Milena's slip did not leave on time...... in fact he left very late.... It was not until 3:00p.m., that we were allowed to make our way across Vieux Port, to the Quai St. Pierre. I remember how tight the final turn is, and was having total confidence in Jean-Pierre to be an excellent bow or ...
... have no concerns pitching the tent well before sundown. I made my way down the the stream and washed my face, spent some time messaging Jess, then decided that since it was still just after 1pm and I knew where I'd be camping I would head back to Brue-Auriac to pass the time. Brue-Auriac is a beautiful little hamlet, with a tiny church at its centre, a patisserie, a handful of small restaurants, and a little bar/cafe/tobacco/tattslotto shop. I walked the town ...
... a few minutes to the dock). We can see the Festival hall where the film festival is held, apparently there are 900 screenings and 30,000 movie peeps who crowd the place in May. Glad we missed that!! Showered and refreshed, we are heading to check out more of our floating home and put our toes in grass at sea. After lunch we'll tackle the Cannes promenade and old town, trying to resist the urge to jump on a train and ride to Nice and ...
... Kit having sat next to a first class tiolet for two hours now decided he suddenly needed the loo and no it couldn’t wait and no he couldn’t understand why it was inconvenient for the rest of us to stand around in the bowels of the Paris Metro waiting for him to ablute.
Standing next to the massive queue of tourists trying to decipher the ticketing machine made me pretty smug I have to say, tough to believe I know, moi ...