- the airport in Paris had us walking about as far as it would have taken to walk to the Champs Élysées, had we wanted to do that
- we couldn't find a Timmie's at the airport but we've been amazed to see how many McDo's there are across the part of the country we've been in
- we found that we were wrongly pronouncing the name of the city we were in. Apt is pronounced Aupt not Apt
- not liking a grubby Nissan rental car should not necessarily have led us to rent a BMW, but my it's a lovely, spoil-us-forever vehicle
- I have a previously not-recognized fear of curvy winding mountain roads which are about as wide as a tourbus
- We both fell in love with Nice, even though the room we were in had a seriously leaking shower and the make-it-yourself breakfast left a lot to desire (but there were chocolate-filled croissants)
- Fourteen years after working in both official languages, I find I don't really have a good hold on either of them
- Annecy, where we are now, is a bit colder than I thought---duh, it's in the Alps
- I brought five pairs of pants and have been wearing the same ones for a week, with washing in there somewhere because I unfortunately can't fit in some of the ones I brought---two pairs of jeans that were just dandy at home.
- It's really hard to choose among the cheeses.
- We only arranged for 10 days in Annecy where we have this lovely corner flat with a curve-around balcony
Sunday, 21 May 2017
there are a few things that we'll fondly remember as having been not so perfect.
Thursday, 18 May 2017
1. The Luberon - a beautiful region of Provence: rolling hills, green valleys, hilltop villages with cobblestone streets, ceramic roof tiles, and prominent church steeples.
2. The streets are narrow.
Sunday, 14 May 2017
Today one of the things we did was to attack another set of mountains, with swirly narrow roads and breathtaking views, to get to a small village called Bonnieux. It was beautiful, gray and stony and serviced with streets that didn't allow much safety to the no-sidewalk visitors. Early on our walk, we found a sweet little shop called Aux Doigts de Fée ( Fairy's Fingers) that we thought we'd look in on for a minute and were greeted by the Fée herself.
She was ageless, white hair in a long braid down her back, dressed in her own hand-knitted garments and surrounded by the most beautiful sweaters, shawls, jackets, children's toys and clothes, all hand-made during her 7 am to midnight work schedule. The work she loves means she isn't on the internet though, so we can't link you there.
Each sweater was different because she doesn't like to be bored, and because she has the most amazing eye for choosing multi-textured, multi-coloured, beautifully finished garments. Some of her sweaters had two wonderfully different sleeves, different in colour, or texture or shape and obviously suitable for the most elegant affair, or the most cosy. None of the garments were in a price range that didn't leave us gasping, at the same time as we knew that they were priced exactly as should be.
In spite of her realizing we were not likely to spend 500 Euros on a sweater, she showed us all her favourites, answered all our questions and seemed as pleased with us as we were with her.
It was, like some of the drives we've taken, a once-only event.
Friday, 5 May 2017
Lorna and Dave, Europe 2017, Part One: Paris to Apt
1. When in Europe . . . drive well
1. When in Europe . . . drive well