La Touloubre La Barben
29 chemin Salatier La Barben, Provence, 13330, France
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24 décembre : Visite aux Baux-de-Provence
... tour aux Baux-de-Provence, où nous nous sommes mariés Sabine et moi il y a déjà 6 et demi. Le temps de ré-apprivoiser la conduite manuelle et de traverser St-Rémy-de-Provence puis les Alpilles et nous sommes rendus à destination. Nous empruntons ce qui sert de rue principale des Baux pour constater de facto que la visite du château sera impossible : le vent doit bien souffler à 100 km/h aujourd’hui. Nous avons à peine franchi quelques pas que nous ...
23 décembre : Préparation du Réveillon
En ce 23 décembre nous nous concentrons surtout sur les dernières emplettes pour le Réveillon de demain. Y a pas à dire, C'est difficile de se croire à Noël quand il fait 15 degrés à l’extérieur. Il y a bien le Mistral pour nous rappeler que nous sommes en hiver mais sinon, on oublie rapidement ! Nous allons faire un tour à ...
Ru-eens
... time and had a snack of pizza and tuna baguette. But then as we continued to case the area, it seemed unlikely that our chosen restaurants and backup restaurants would actually open at all -- perhaps because it was Monday, or because it was the off-season, or... just because. So we reluctantly decided to bail. I was quite put out - this was our last night in Provence, and I had not yet had any classic Provencale food! (Eds note: My wife sometimes ...
Lost in Translation
... week I went to the movie and paused next to an aisle when a man moved aside out of my way. I intended to say "No, no, I am waiting for a friend." but switched verbs and ended up telling him, "No, no, I am praying." At the time I found it strange when he grabbed his jacket and moved aisles. After realizing the mistake, I thought I probably would have moved too if someone loitered over me in a movie theater "praying."
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Our Arrival in France
... the steady down pour. We enjoyed another breakfast, complements to our boulangerie in the break of rain early this morning. So I type and Sheila reads, local travel stuff to establish our itinerary for a few days to come.
While writing I had a flash back to our Grand Canyon du Verdon trip. At the restaurant high up on the ridge we had two gentlemen enter in their spandex biking attire. They appeared to be ...



