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Thinking that I would buy myself some nice, light, pale trousers, on account of it's bloody hot, I checked my offline copy of Wikipedia for a size conversion chart. I know women's sizing is absurd and overly variable, but how is it that Wikipedia has two tables, "Women's suits and dresses" and "Women's clothing"? One of them says I'm a 44, the other a 38. Sigh.
Things that should not be possible: I am always in the sunny side of the car. Particularly when I'm wearing black trousers.
Last night was Mike's choice for dinner, so we had Vietnamese, which I enjoyed far more than Mike did. Oops. After dinner, we happened to see the hotel guy, and descended on him begging for the interwebs to be fixed. Some confusion, a glass of wine and some olives later, it turned out that he thought he'd given us the password to the proper wifi; we have it, now. Phew.
Today, we went to Arles, where there was Roman Stuff, then to the museum of the Camargue, which was (sigh) closed (though just for lunch, at least), then to Santes Maries de le Mer, for our own lunch, then to a bird reserve (I drew the line at the 4km loop, but lots and lots of herons and egrets and flamingoes, also a coot), then - pausing only to consider another go at the museum and deciding against it on account of it was a very small building - back to the hotel.
We decided not to promenade les chevaux, even though lots of them were standing around in their walking clothes waiting for someone to do just that, on account of it being bloody hot.
I'm getting quite good at doing motorway tolls. Roundabouts, though, continue to terrify me. Is a white circle with a red A the French version of an L-plate? What does it stand for?
I haven't mentioned breakfast, I think, other than to whinge about goat's cheese. We found the hotel through Mr and Mrs Smith, and one thing that their review mentioned was that the breakfasts were good. They really are. Today, we had a basket with bread, two croissants and two pain au chocolat, three different preserves, a slice each of melon and cured ham, a nasty ol' cheese, a crem brûlée each, and the option of boiled or scrambled eggs, the latter of which were tasty yesterday. Oh, with fresh orange juice and the offer of a selection of teas or coffee. It's rather impressive.
Things that should not be possible: I am always in the sunny side of the car. Particularly when I'm wearing black trousers.
Last night was Mike's choice for dinner, so we had Vietnamese, which I enjoyed far more than Mike did. Oops. After dinner, we happened to see the hotel guy, and descended on him begging for the interwebs to be fixed. Some confusion, a glass of wine and some olives later, it turned out that he thought he'd given us the password to the proper wifi; we have it, now. Phew.
Today, we went to Arles, where there was Roman Stuff, then to the museum of the Camargue, which was (sigh) closed (though just for lunch, at least), then to Santes Maries de le Mer, for our own lunch, then to a bird reserve (I drew the line at the 4km loop, but lots and lots of herons and egrets and flamingoes, also a coot), then - pausing only to consider another go at the museum and deciding against it on account of it was a very small building - back to the hotel.
We decided not to promenade les chevaux, even though lots of them were standing around in their walking clothes waiting for someone to do just that, on account of it being bloody hot.
I'm getting quite good at doing motorway tolls. Roundabouts, though, continue to terrify me. Is a white circle with a red A the French version of an L-plate? What does it stand for?
I haven't mentioned breakfast, I think, other than to whinge about goat's cheese. We found the hotel through Mr and Mrs Smith, and one thing that their review mentioned was that the breakfasts were good. They really are. Today, we had a basket with bread, two croissants and two pain au chocolat, three different preserves, a slice each of melon and cured ham, a nasty ol' cheese, a crem brûlée each, and the option of boiled or scrambled eggs, the latter of which were tasty yesterday. Oh, with fresh orange juice and the offer of a selection of teas or coffee. It's rather impressive.
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Mr & Mrs Smith have found us some excellent hotels, including the one we were in last week.
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Have you booked through their website? It gets you membership of their club, and that gets you free wine!
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Yep
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It's incredibly muggy here but no actual sun.
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Arles is impressive too - though I got soaked one time visiting those Roman bits. But it's rather impressive seeing a building (the amphitheatre) that is still in use for close to its original purpose almost two millennia later
Other places in the area that are recommended that I've not noted you going to yet are Fontaine de Vaucluse (the source of the 'Surge') which has a rather fun ancient paper mill.
Les Baux de Provence - archetypal city on a cliff, out-staring the armies of Islam. Also the eponym for bauxite.
Glanum, which is the old Romano-Celtic city near Saint-Rémy. It features (in disguise) in a GG Kay novel (A Song for Arbonne). It's also got Van Gogh pictures set around the vicinity.
(That was also Nostradamus's stamping ground, and GGK also set Ysabel in the same area. It's really weird to read those novels and recognise the surroundings in them.)
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Not unrelatedly, I have acquired another, enormous, insect bite....
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We've been running across a lot of van Gogh today, but not entirely deliberately!
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