Hotel Le Chardon Bleu
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... buttons trying to get it to wake up. It came to life when Clint restarted the car. Phew!
We punch in Nice, and we are on our way.
It is a bright sunny day. We are sad to be leaving Italy. Clint and I had been keeping up with the news in Paris. We hadn't spoken to the kids about it yet. Meg is worried.
The landscape changes and we cross the border into France. The Renault is home - we we!
We drove through Nice and then onto Monaco. We parked and ...
... club conference. Quite a few of them now know that we are Kiwi's too. Dinner over, we retired to our room about 9pm to use the slow internet. The hotel advertised free wifi, but there's a poor mans snail version and another that has to be paid for. We are using the snail version and it can't do any streaming or video, so Ang gave her father a quick phone call for his 70th birthday. It was quick probably 20 seconds before he gave the phone over to Lisa, Ang's sister ...
... He carried his possessions, including charcoal for fire-making, in a rucksack with a wooden frame. Some of the ancient crossings used at this time are still known and can be hiked by the enthusiast.
Every pass seemed to have its purpose and story. Some were traditional crossing places gradually improved over the centuries to make tracks and then roads and then wider roads and, eventually, tunnels. Others were built by the Italian or Austrian Armies to resupply ...
There was no way we were going to claim any regal rights down in Monaco and the shielas missed their opportunity with the prince, so I sat on the throne in McDonald's in Monaco to make a claim.
We didn't get under way until about 1pm (being late starters these days) and headed along the coast road from Antibes to Monaco.
It's an absolutely stunning strip of road with constant ...
... strike I was trapped in Cannes~~~I know I was really ********e by. SO I hit the beach (have a great tan), wondered around and sent some postcards.
I met up with Crystal at the airport and I swear the second she stepped out of the arrivals area its started rain. Okay not raining so much as a torrential downpour. We had a couple of hours to chat before she started to wind down--it was the middle of the night to her.
She was ...