Well we are back together and already moving deeper into France after our weekend in Vence, Provence. As Sarah and Ben would remember this is a little inland from Cagnes sur Mer where we spent a little beach time together a few years ago.
But before I go further perhaps a little coverage of Randall's Channel crossing from twee England to Nice. Then a few words on the past weekend.
On Friday morning Randall walked over to Bristol train station and after a couple of changes he made Gatwick airport in good time. Surprisingly only a few pommie bogans on the flight, one dressed as a roman centurion and looking to lead his 5 or 6 mates for some fun somewhere around Nice. But then Randall had to wake up a bit and get the car and head for the hills. Only a couple of issues to get over. "Mate, he said you should be at terminal 2. This is terminal1". So onto the Navette to the other terminal only to find the hire cars live there on the other side of the car park. No worries just a few minutes walk.
Car arranged but then spent some time figuring out in the hot semi darkness of the car park just how this beast actually worked. Oops so I do not actually need the key but it took a few minutes to figure one has to depress the clutch not the foot brake to get it going. No worries now as I started up gps and headed into peak hour autoroute and a quick refresher on driving with the mad people down in this part of the world.
And that was after accepting that it was really 33 degrees in Nice and just a tad more than overcast Bristol was at 6 am.
But then 20 minutes later I had dumped the bags in my hotel room, showered and then into the old town looking to find a good restaurant for our first meal together for awhile the next night.
Success. My first magret de canard for a while and possibly the best I have ever had. Yes Yvonne will like this bottle of rose but maybe she will not go for my white chocolate mouse topped with a little dark chocolate and together with slices of banana. The location in a cute courtyard in the old part of Vence was perfect too. Monsieur was only too happy to take my booking for the next night and so I headed home after my long day and a world change from May to Macron.
More to come on this story.
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