La Petite Dauphine
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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... that it was not possible to get a good swirl, nose or taste. The impression I took away was that we were served mediocre wines with chocolate to mask their faults. Whilst this sounds harsh, I could imagine that if we had been sat in a better inside room a little cooler and given a sensible pour in an appropriate glass we would have come away with a far better view of things. A triumph of marketing trampling over ...
After another huge breakfast at Parker Cottage (the feature was a croissant stuffed with pesto, sundried tomatoes, basil and goat cheese, yum) we cab it to Europcar to pick up a car for 4 days. We are so happy that Europcar is located very close to the entrance to N1, direction Paarl. We end up renting a Nissan Tiida, the right size for us. Paarl is not that far from CT. It is nestled in this ...
... right on the coast, lots of sand and sea to see. Nearly into Somerset West and on the left appear miles and miles of squalid slums, even has electricity poles! oh the poverty! along side such well established suburbs and the beautiful wine region of Stellenbosch. Find the info centre in Stellenbosch who tell us where to find the slo-food market, which are only held on Saturdays and its ...
... with fantastic results.
With our bellies full of a larger than intended lunch, we started the drive north-east to our next destination, the small town of Franschoek in the heart of the winelands. Driving in this part of South Africa is very easy; the roads are very straight, well-maintained, most have a hard shoulder that can be used to let others overtake, and there’s very little on them. Our rapid progress meant that we began to notice a new palette of ...
... to inhale as many piglets and hens as possible; no one else took seconds on the all you can eat. ‘What’s the point of an all you can eat if you don’t force yourself?’ I had argued, but unsuccessfully. Already, I had spared Peggy of her ribs and aided my mother with hers; the stack of bones was getting high.
‘Probably 50 chickens... (then to my father’s protesting grunt) if you think about it, there is ...