Here I am again, back in France. Farewell Florida! I traveled alone this time, leaving from West Palm and landing in New York, JFK. After a few hours I was sitting in first class, making friends with a former opera singer named Jill, giggling over the two flight attendants' that kept plying us with champagne. Thank you Victor and Mark! I have discovered a new habit while here in France, that is, I always look at the shoes. The men's shoes are really fascinating. Works of art really.
It was a short flight of only 6 hours and 50 minutes due to a steady tail wind. I guess we were being blown back to France in a hurry.
And it was a lovely flight, of course, with a constant flow of food and wine. Jill and I both over ate and I rolled out of the plane at around 8 in the morning. After having been separated from my husband for a cruel 2 weeks, it was a joyous reunion for us! I was a mess without him, just ask my friends and family. A hot, sloppy mess. But that's all over now. Dennis and I were soon winding through familiar coastal/mountainous passes on our way out of Nice, through Monaco and home to Cap Martin. Nothing has changed here, where I spent many weeks in July sweating. But it is much much cooler now, thankfully. Even I have the windows closed against the damp sea air. It only took one night for me to see that my little insect "friends" are still living here, healthy and everywhere underfoot. They do seem slower due to the cooler winter air. I feel a little more at ease towards them, but only a very little bit. Maybe I just know I can't win this battle and I must concede.
Dennis left me a welcome home gift of cookies on the bed. It feels like home now!!
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| random door in Monaco |
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| with chocolate on the side |
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| Hotel lounge |
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| Monaco center, Casino in the distance, Cafe de Paris to the left |
Before I even had time to wash my face and change my clothes, Dennis had me off again, this time back into Monaco to buy opera tickets for an upcoming performance next weekend. (Naturally) Of course, one cannot simply buy the tickets online, that would be so modern and simple. No no no, you have to go to the casino where the box office is. So off we went and on the way we simply had to stop to see if anything has changed in our favorite principality since July. The Cafe de Paris is the same, the crowd sitting outside is simply dressed in coats and boots now. Everyone is there to see and be seen. We had a wonderful cup of coffee at one of the hotels along the Grand Prix route, overlooking the cool grey sea. But of course.
Even the bathroom signs are oh' so French, making me feel like a chubby American, as usual. I never noticed them last time. Love her hourglass figure! She has such flare....
We did a little window shopping and soon zoomed off again home to prepare for dinner at a friends house. Here in France, where I have spent so little time, I feel at home very quickly. The winding roads, the scooters everywhere, people walking right long the roadside where you can hardly fit a car and endless breath-taking views you just never get accustomed too. It is impossible to capture on film all that there is to see here. Every picture I take seems small, too petite to capture all that I see and feel. I love this place!
On our second day out, we found a bakery where we could have an expresso to go! Our first in France. Very exciting..and very very small. As Dennis pointed out, the coffee here will never warm you up, that's for sure!
Back at the house, the lemon trees are full of fruit and this heralds the coming citrus festival next week. I'm really looking forward to that! It is held in downtown Menton, barely a few miles from us. I'll keep you posted on that event. Until then..its good to be back.
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| Menton |
And it was a lovely flight, of course, with a constant flow of food and wine. Jill and I both over ate and I rolled out of the plane at around 8 in the morning. After having been separated from my husband for a cruel 2 weeks, it was a joyous reunion for us! I was a mess without him, just ask my friends and family. A hot, sloppy mess. But that's all over now. Dennis and I were soon winding through familiar coastal/mountainous passes on our way out of Nice, through Monaco and home to Cap Martin. Nothing has changed here, where I spent many weeks in July sweating. But it is much much cooler now, thankfully. Even I have the windows closed against the damp sea air. It only took one night for me to see that my little insect "friends" are still living here, healthy and everywhere underfoot. They do seem slower due to the cooler winter air. I feel a little more at ease towards them, but only a very little bit. Maybe I just know I can't win this battle and I must concede.
Dennis left me a welcome home gift of cookies on the bed. It feels like home now!!
Even the bathroom signs are oh' so French, making me feel like a chubby American, as usual. I never noticed them last time. Love her hourglass figure! She has such flare....
We did a little window shopping and soon zoomed off again home to prepare for dinner at a friends house. Here in France, where I have spent so little time, I feel at home very quickly. The winding roads, the scooters everywhere, people walking right long the roadside where you can hardly fit a car and endless breath-taking views you just never get accustomed too. It is impossible to capture on film all that there is to see here. Every picture I take seems small, too petite to capture all that I see and feel. I love this place!
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