Now as we all know Mum and Dad are already back in Australia – so this Provencal interlude took place just a few short weeks ago. Technology has not been kind to us of late so we will all just have to cast our minds back to relive their little adventure.
Now it’s over to Mum….
“Kerry and I thought it was time to fly solo and discover the charms of Provence. We followed ‘Route Napoleon”, the path Napoleon III took after his self imposed exile on Elba. It has some of the most spectacular scenery in Provence and includes the Grand Canyon du Verdon with dramatic mountains bordering the fast-flowing Artuby River. We saw many a white-water rafting crew hurtling down there.
A friend of Sherri’s recommended we stay in Gordes and we had a delightful stay at La Ferme de la Huppe, a converted farm built centuries ago. The restaurant’s food was first class and we enjoyed the fine cuisine which kept coming right up until midnight.
When driving through Provence, the scents of the lavender and herbs adds another dimension to the travel. The sunflowers were in full bloom and fields of them dotted the landscape.
Provence is dry and hot in high summer, so we decided to cool our heels in the Mediterranean. We headed south in our tiny hire car, passing a procession of flashy convertibles from Cannes and St Tropez. “Was that George Clooney we jut passed??”
Marseilles was our target (since it was the closest) and we followed the coastline until we settled on an adorable beach called “Nana Beach”. I immediately felt at home. Kerry and I delighted in spending the afternoon swimming, sunning and lazing on the beach. What is it about French women and bikini tops? Don’t they know they exist? Don’t they like them? Perhaps they just buy the bottom half at a discounted price? Sherri reckons you can spot a French man at the beach because he can walk past a topless Bo Derek basking in the sun and not even bother taking a peek. Well, I am here to tell you that Kerry isn’t French. He stands with arms folded surveying or is that ‘purveying’ the landscape quite unabashedly (Sherri thinks he was coached by Golly!).
So there’s a few of the highlights of our truly lovely Provencal interlude.”
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