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Tried to see an ancient Roman arena in this town where we stayed one night. Well, it was a bit difficult as the GPS took us on some wild goose chases around and around the one way, extremely narrow and highly congested streets!!! It was a nightmare for any passenger I'll tell you now!!
The best thing to do in any of these villages is to park on the edge of town and walk in. The locals drive way ...
... retreat with a swimming pool and Kiwi neighbors . We shared wine and food at our neighbours : Mark and Kirsten from the Wairarapa and caught up with their journey - we were both travelling in opposite directions.
We stayed at St. Martin in Valliguiere , a small family run apartment block for three nights, it was bliss!!! So hot 30*C everyday , finally I could wear summer clothes and go swimming in their lovely pool so cold from bore water I ...
We again begin the day in perfect sunshine, having tea provided on the terrace in the garden. We leave around 10 and drive for almost 2 hours heading north of Avignon to the small hill villages in the limestone hills of Provence (Dentelles de Montmirail). Our first stop is Beaumes de Venise. It is a typical small village in Provence and part do the street is closed off for market day. We explore the market where Anne purchases a sunhat. We are amazed at the ...
... National Park and the road beside the Grand Canyon – Europe’s only
More twists and turns. These roads would make good tarmac
rally stages, although I didn’t recognize any names from the Monte Carlo WRC
event, which uses roads in France! We stopped for lunch of fruit, cheese and muesli
bars near Allemagne en Provence – I bet they had to answer a few questions from
the rest of ...
... by cheesy karaoke-style background sounds. Jill and I often ended up in a piano bar in Atlanta in the mid-70's, a stretch grand with stools. Rusty was the owner, a crusty broad who would put any drink we ordered on the man's bill that had most recently tried to hit on us. I asked the ancient piano player once if she could sing "Georgia On My Mind" and she barked "Rusty can sing the hell out of it," ...