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Today we are in the port at Toulon (Provence) in France. Once again, been here, done this. This is also a more industrial port, so we stay on board again. So more cards, knitting and reading. Guenther has one of his hot stone messages (his favorite) with Marie from Jamaica as his masseuse. Guenther is quiet happy with this and ...
... and dish clothes were everywhere trying to catch drops! 20 or so minutes later is eased off again, so, bless him, Brian went knocking on the doors of the other 2 campers to ask if they would help him push Lily so we could try and bump start her. And push with all their might they did, but the old girl was having none of it. With nothing else for it, I thanked them all for their help and phoned the trusty break down company, just as the rain started again. ...
... watching the artists in action. Our heads were boiling over the side with creative inspiration but nothing was coming out our mouths.. We were actually speechless. In one single frame we saw all the things on our 'I heart _ ‘ list: Art, mountains, water, café’s and obscure laneways to explore.. Oh and gelato – My latest addition to my death-row meal.
As we sat for dinner and some wine, we felt in utter awe of the place and people, ...
Today the weather has really gone to custard with it bucketing down all morning with associated thunder and lightening.
Greg is very average today but trying to get up and going.
Blobbed all morning reading then realised at 12 that we had nothing for lunch and shops shut at 1230 for several hours so Sara and I raced into Cotignac for bits.
The streets are very narrow, windy and hilly around ...
... very laid back and we got to try some of the products before buying including 2 year old cheese that tasted like wax, but we drew the line at the goat and donkey salami's!
Then it was back to the villa for lunch and a wee siesta before we headed off for a drive to see the Abbaye de Thoronet.
We took some small back roads to get there and felt like we had to breathe in everytime a car came towards us ...