The Quickest of Quick...

This is the quickest of quick, it's nearly quarter to 1 in the morning, a drunk Craig went and dragged the two guys from next door over (they're kind've the caretakers) and, of course, they're partners and so voila as they say! We spoke for hours but they went home.

It's great here - but the Mistral has come, a Provencal wind, which has cooled things down.

We've done lots - like gone to Avignon, seen the Papal Palace, gone on the Pont d'Avignon (also known as the Pont Benzoit (or some saint like that), off to the Pont de Gard, then on to Uzes for dinner (which was great - but the drive home afterwards was appalling - the headlights were really dim, we got lost, and there are no cats eyes on the road here - we made it though). Then yesterday (as in the Wednesday, as technically yesterday was Thursday) we went to Arles, had a look around, lunch (which took 2 hours - lunch is big business here!!), the ancient theatre, the arena, Haagen Daaz, a photo exhibition (which was quite challenging!)and then we watched the running with the bulls - which was amazing; all the (we think) trainee matadors got into the ring (?) with the bull (there were 4 bulls - although each bull came out individually - a break and then another 4 bulls) and had to catch this pompom things tied between it's horns - crazy! The bulls, too, really do "scratch" with their hooves and then charge! It was fab.

Then home and into Aix for dinner - a wonderful restaurant, a little cool outside thanks to the Mistral and the service to start was great. Then it just got worse and by the end we'd asked for the bill, it didn't come, I went inside, the waitress handed it to me, then took it back, then disappeared with it. So I went and sat down again, then went to find her, then she said she'd bring it out, she bought it out and we eventually paid. Who knows what was going on - although (for France) it was really cheap and the food was fab!

Today was a slow start - mooching around can be nice - and then off just down the road where we foujnd a road side restaurant and had a wonderful lunch. It was very cool - and the little guy setting up the table etc for his grandmother (the chef) was really pleased to be practicing his english! Then a stop in St. Cannat (including for a to-die-for cake - une religuse (or something like that). Then home, off to buy some milk (slowly getting the hang of this driving thing) and then just hanging around.

Such is life...

France is stunning though and I love - gotta go though - we're not sure how much this is costing!

Bye.....