Today I had a revelation or two..... I was seriously about to google the book "Why French Woman don't get fat" coz I was needing some help (feeling considerably larger than when I left).....and I think I figured it out. Everything is "petite" here .....croissants are half the size of home, coffee is just a shot (no milk) and a cigarrette must also count as a meal.... They obviously are all genetically blessed and even the not so genetically blessed don't give a...

Another day in saint tropez where the young women are tall and stunning, and the old women think they are tall and stunning but look like silicone enhanced sultanas. When I discover a cure for ageing, this place will be my first point of call. Went to the Tuesday market in the town square which was part Provence fruit / cheeses/ cured meats, part french antiques and genuine 1940's french prints and part chinese touristy crap. But that's why the new rich here are...

Well the next few nights is our 10th wedding anniversary present to each other.... Saint tropez. We drove the old road into town and found the most gorgeous little village in the mountains above saint tropez for lunch, followed by a winding descent into saint tropez where the gfc is for losers. Isaacs day was topped off by 7 lamorghini aventadors passing him in a row....... As they do. Looking forward to a room with soft beds, air conditioning, and a sea view t...

I planned to stay in Avignon because it's where the train stopped, that's all. I was so wrong, it is the most gorgeous walled city, with the town surrounded by ramparts , and looked over by an amazing papal palace which was the seat of the Christian world in the 14th century. The other point to note is that shops don't open on a Sunday here, not even supermarkets, so everybody just wines and dines all day in all the street eateries. I love that idea! It's also...

Sitting on a tgv train somewhere in France, on the way to Avignon. Yesterday was spent shopping on regent and Oxford street while waiting for michelles IPhone to have it's shattered screen replaced. It was dropped while writing the blog at Shakespeare's birthplace. Ironic really. I bet his quill couldnt take photos, hold his record collection or access ye olde internet though. Then we took the kids to a playground near Russell square, just the way I remember...