Ibis - Marseille (Provence Airport) Marignane

We have at long last arrived in France! We ended up scrapping the visit to Marseille, both since travellers we've met said its not worth the visit, and since we heard it's not really the place to be wandering around the streets at 10 at night looking for a place to stay. So instead we caught the bus up to Aix-en-Provence, which is pretty much the cutest town on the entire planet. We're pretty sure we were the only people ...

... write her address and draw a map I realized that something was terribly wrong. She drew a map of Corse (Corsca) - a little French island I the Medeterranian. We were headed to Corse, not Italy! The victim of not having an Italian map and too little internet time. Who knew? Propriano certainly sounds Italian to me&#8230;<br><br>We weighed our options: <br>1) continue on and cycle across Corse (2700m altitude ...

... about 10&#8364; on pic 'n' mix...have finally found someone else whose sweet tooth can match up to mine! Then for dinner we had the best meal that I've had since we got here...sausages, new potatoes, and Heinz baked beans. I realise that's sounds awful, as I'm supposed to be integrating into the French way of life, but during dinner I did at least have a bit of a chat with Amy's French landlord (he doesn't like Sarkozy much). Then today I tagged along with Lizzie and ...

Bonjour avec Aix-en-Provence Cherie<br>Since the last news we have visited the Cote D'Azur spending time at Monte Carlo and Antibes. We stayed near Antibes at a place called Biot and at night you could hear the seals at nearby Marineland - very strange. It was still quite hot and stickey with more mozzies. Monte Carlo was wall to wall money with billions of dollars in boats and cars. Antibes was similar but it had a lovely old town as well.<br>We arrived ...

... as if they omit bathrooms strictly as a matter of space. So I&#8217;ve got the bell tower room, high above the street and across from the Gare St. Charles, watching people come and go at all hours. I don&#8217;t have TV, but I do have Tinariwen on my buzz-box. <br><br>This room could probably be dubbed the &#8216;suicide suite&#8217; if it weren&#8217;t so small, given its high perch five stories over the street far ...

... more town in before sunset, so we flipped through the guidebook and decided on Bonnieux. It is another town perched on the top of a mountaintop. We drove partway in and then hiked up winding streets to the top where the "old church" stands. Of course this church only became the old one when the "new church" was built in the 19th century. We were very surprised to find that the view from Bonnieux is very different from the ...

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... his academic work, he encouraged her to live her own life, even if doing so would keep them apart for months at a time. The marriage ended when she fell in love with Dillwyn Parrish, whom she called Timmy. They were married and returned to the United States in 1940, purchasing ninety acres near the town of Hemet, where she would write and he would paint. Parrish was a victim of a circulatory disease that caused him to lose a leg to amputation and left him in constant pain ...

... that is a specialty of somewhere they passed on the way here. We then went for a long walk along a cliff-side path to a cape. Their grand-daughter is staying with us as well and was full of energy for most of the walk, though she needed George to give her a piggy-back toward the end. George and Monique are great company despite the language difficulties. Monique's English is about as good as Yoong's French so we manage to communicate quite well. Raymond's Travel Page