Hotel Residence Stella
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... on through to the flower
market "Cours Saleya" which had both food and flowers – very cool place with
the produce displayed extremely well. We
tried Socca which cooked on a hot plate and we were told was made from
chickpea, flour and water, they salted it – different but not really to our
By now it was about 11.30am and it was clearly time for the young ones to sit
down and eat so we looked around for something appropriate and ...
... a big mistake on my part! Lynne and Butch have a synergy that allows him to pretty much read her mind when she's giving driving directions. I would say things like "Go that way" when in the middle of a roundabout. My miserable attempts at navigating were soon driving Butch over the brink, and it took two hours to do the 47 km (29 miles) and reach our B and B near Grasse.
... left and I'm embarrassed to say - I fought off tears!
So, first impressions were that Nice people are not nice!
We found a parking spot just about five miles south of Germany!!! And made our way back on foot to the apartment. The people were STILL not there. My Spanish phone number wouldn't work in France - so we had to go to a phone store to get a proper SIM card... - call the apartment people and tell them - um hey - where are you?? - we've been waiting on you ...
... to Holiday Bikes, the place where we were going to rent some scooters (traveling all over Europe and seeing the ease at which they move through the city streets finally convinced us that we had not done Europe right until we had ridden a scooter). We talked to the guys at the shop and ended up getting one 50cc scooter for the two of us (i know I know, how adorable...), gotta go cheap, we ain't making any money yet. So we hoped on this bad boy and headed to the old town ...
... Bunny pooped out jelly beans (as he does) around the place leading to Peter Rabbit, that I sneakily bought and packed back in the Betrix Potter Museum back in Lake District. And, of course, a chocolate bunny. So while the girls were looking at instagram pics of their friends posting mass amounts of chocolate that would end up vomited down the toilet by lunch time, they were more than happy with their one chocolate bunny and a Peter Rabbit. I ...