I’m just back from a week in the South of France. And it was every bit as nice as it sounds. We got the Eurostar to Avignon where we were blown sideways by the Mistral, then drove to Arles and the Camargue where we saw Van Gogh paintings and flamingoes and wild horses. Then we drove to Gordes where we had a fabulous four-course meal in a medieval bastide converted into a luxury hotel (easily one of the nicest places I have ever stayed and will ever stay) overlooking a valley with swallows swooping around over the olive trees … and then we went to Marseilles and stayed in the Hotel Le Corbusier and had a fabulous meal there overlooking the Mediterranean … Then we went to Cassis and Hyeres on the coast, via a famous coastal route that is very scenic and so winding and steep that I almost hyperventilated and had to stop driving and tun the car around to drive back onto the normal road. Oh, and I petted a pig. He was called Nicolas and I have a horrible feeling he won’t be a pet forever.
I wish it could be holidays every day.
In the last picture, I am trying to take a selfie with a cat. The cat wasn’t so into it.