Odalys Residence La Licorne De Haute Provence

... Danni! But at more than half the price of the train, we weren’t complaining...and we definitely weren’t when we got a look at Wilko’s thighs! So we arrived early to give us a chance to look around Toulon. We headed straight for the port for breakfast; croissants, bread, butter, jam, orange juice and hot chocolate, and then had a scout around the market before deciding to go out on one of the tourist boats (to make a change from the little trains ...

... campervans. One of which had the biggest dog we have every seen. It was a Newfoundland, which looked a little like a small bear but was as tame as a kitten. As the sun was about to set we took some photos and then had a wander through the village - everything was closed - end of season.

... t speak french: baguette, coffee, pan de chocolate, fresh squeezed oj, all fresh fresh fresh. Then we hit the market, vendors were begging us to try free samples of meat, cheese, honey, fruit, olives, you name it. Needless to say, we found our lunch for the day.
Oh; did I forget to mention it was Halloween? Not that it really matters, since the french do NOT really understand what halloween is. We decided to not even ...

As it is nearly a month after my last entry, the time has come to write my third installment of mes aventures francaises...

Having spent most of my free time out with the girls (drinking far too much 1664 and sangria), I didn't think I'd have much to write about, hence the delay on this entry, however the length of this will probably tell you that I was wrong! For a start, we've had two 21st birthdays so far, Lizzie's and then Louise's today, so lots of celebrating ...

Bonjour avec Aix-en-Provence Cherie
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.
We arrived ...

... the buildings in French. Lucy followed along interestedly. I looked for mason's marks on the blocks because I don't speak French. Ironically, the one place we went where we could not get a tour in English was the one that was the least interesting be be on a tour in without hearing the tour guide. In any other place one could entertain oneself by looking at paintings or sculptures or architectural features. Not here ...

I'm not sure how much I can get down tonight because I'm dog-tired, but Lucy has gone off to the cyber-cafe and I'm here. Let's see what I can come up with...

Food here is pretty cheap, restaurants are very expensive, so we went back to Les Halles, the marketplace in Avignon to pick up some supplies for some lunches, snacks and dinners. Also, of course, we went for fun because Les Halles is a very cool place. Lucy bought seafood salad, marinated mushrooms (she ...

After some nagging from Mother (only joking Sue!) here's installment two of my little novel, as Hannah Bish calls it!

Well, I ended my last entry by saying how fantastic the wear is (was) here, but after 300 days of sun, the rain has arrived; floods and landslides in Marseille, and a balcony that I now call my paddling pool. So, unless I want soggy croissants in the morning, my breakfasts on the balcony have had to come to a sad and unexpected end ...

... that none of us has a car and Digne is pretty isolated, we had to take the bus. The bus that leaves at 6:20 in the morning and arrives in Aix at 9 am--that's 2 hours and 40 minutes for all you math geniuses. And the night before, we'd gone to a really fun soirée and that we couldn't take ourselves away from until oh, 2 or so. Definitely not the smartest thing to do. Holly, Mandy, and I managed to drag ourselves to the bus station on time for the early bus, but Zoe's probably ...

... located) is one of France's largest but also one of its least densely populated, about half of the students here come from too far away to commute daily, so they board during the academic week and go home on the weekends. So this is where I live, in a room on the sixth floor of a boarding school. I attended class with Elizabeth and spoke with her students in English, and afterwards I met Camilo, the Spanish assistant, and went to lunch at the ...