Manosque, France

... could see the road along which we had travelled. To complete the idyll we need Monsieur Whippy.   Upwards and onwards towards Manosque but lunch in Moustier Ste. Marie first. Another village on a hillside with a car parking problem. We had to park ...

My dad had made the acquantaince of a therapeutic doctor in Marseille by the name of Giselle Novakovitch.  Her son had worked at COBE as an intern, and she was thrilled to be able to offer us hospitality for a night.  We wandered the spectacular ...