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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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