Hi,
Wednesday we came back to the mainlland at Nice, we left Bastia our last stop in Corsica at silly o'clock in the morning, The backpackers where still in their sleeping bags on the beach just outside the campsite (they missed a great sunrise), The corsican ferry left on time with french pomp being blasted out over the tannoy (sadly its a moment thing), Its more of a cruise ship that carrys 550 cars, it has a pool, restaurants, bars and disco (shame it was'nt open). Nice ! what a shock, even though we've been before, we had forgotten how busy it is; after our sedate island life we'd grown used to, the tomtom came up trumps again and we were quickly off down the Cote de Azur, The riviera is chocker, We tried Frejus & St Rapheal to no avail ( I began to know what Joseph was going through), we found our inn at a small but adequate site in St Maxime.
On Thursday we cycled 13 miles to St Tropez for people watching, we didn't recognize anyone, but its amazing to see the quaility of yachts, really, really big are anchored at sea, the next level down are in the town harbour with the sports car beside, and the poor million pound plus are moored by the council car park (so sad), Oonagh wanted her daily ice cream, but sadley at 7.50 euros she missed out (again so sad). Life is so hectic here its full to bursting.
Friday we travelled on again heading further east but its the same story, everywhere is full, at the last ditch we found a great little town called La Londe les Maures and happily passed by the masses, a good supermarket, traditional sunday market with bands and it has three good beaches with views over to president Sarkozy and Carla's private island, which has its own warship floating around it. On Saturday, whilst cooking dinner, Chef dropped a boiled potato straight from the saucepan onto his foot, chef did a special little jig as the the spud naplamed his foot and his toes now have 4 large blisters on them, (laughed ? oh yes and still laughing) .
Monday we decided to leave the coast and explore Provence, we camped at Avignon on a island across the river Rhone from the old town, the place is heaving with arty bohemian types as the annual art festival is taking place, its abit like Edinburgh festival with a touch of Amsterdam street artists mixed together, The theatre side is the main draw, but just watching all the street artists is great entertainment, free and of good quality, these are on in every square or street corner, there is the Papal palace from when the catholics moved to from Rome and built this huge Gothic palace and stayed for 200 years so we spent a couple of days sight seeing.
BAD NEWS monkey been arrested for fighting with the organ grinder, We decide not to pay his bail until people paid interest (you decide).
NB for the boys, The gallic women are toned, chic and elegant, But as for armpit hair, what a no! no!, and why they air kiss, have you seen the size of thier noses
Weather still hot, hot. very hot.
The Chaffers