Relaxing. Cote d'Azure is almost over as we'll be moving further into Provence and away from the beach. There's not much time in our little oasis, but we try not to think about it. We sunk our forks into the Tropezienne, the custard bread that is St. Tropez's own. A drive up the coast, towards the west filled one day, since we haven't gone that way yet. It was just an hour.
Mountains and blue water and beautiful drives up the valley. We eat at another hill top town, veal and steak and Ava sees the German's next to us smoking during dinner. "How can they do that!". We finish up with more beach days. I keep trying to get Nicole and the kids out to see the sights.
0 comments:
Post a Comment