Aug 07 2016

August 6/7 – Cannes, Can We Just Stay Here?

A new LancelThe moment the bus rounded the corner and the beaches came into view, I was enchanted by the clear blue sea and it was calling to me.
I also saw a great sign that said, “Don’t Splash Your Trash”. Meaning do not throw your litter in the water.
We disembarked and went in search of a taxi. On the way we were subjected to our second impression of Cannes, that some people obviously have more money than class.
I am just going to be honest here. There was a very wrinkly old geezer, in a speedo, instructing his much younger arm candy on how to pose in a public fountain while wearing just her bikini bottoms. She had laid her top on a brick wall, and went to heeding his commands. So he is running around her like a teenager, snapping photos while everyone around was privy to their little display of oddity. I have no problem with nudity on the beach, but think there should be some sort of decorum and self-respect when in town. When they were done, they strolled off towards where laid the mega yachts. “Bless their hearts!” > insert huge eye roll here.

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Aug 06 2016

August 5/6 Willie Nelsons “On The Road Again” Comes To Mind

Autoroute du SoleilAugust 5
Now comes our travels by bus. We took a taxi to the bus station, actually a bus lot, as there is no station. No one to instruct you or tell you where to wait, so you have to keep an eagle eye out for the bus you need to be on.
Standing in the lot watching people was quite entertaining.
Up pulled our bus and we were the first ones on. I grabbed the seats behind the driver and noticed an attractive young girl sitting across the row, also in the front seat. We attempted to chat with her and were quickly told by the driver that he was protective of her. Come to find out, after watching for a couple of hours and putting two + two together, that she was a hitchhiker that he had picked up along the way and did not want anyone to know it. She appeared to be of gypsy descent and was heading to Marseille. The “married” driver was desperate for her attention, showed off a bit and continually kept drifting over the lines because he kept looking over at her and talking. I was getting a bit freaked out.

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Aug 04 2016

I Left My Knife In Paris

Platform two of the eifel towerrWe ate breakfast in our room, since we bought some groceries at our little store. I am enjoying this change of pace, as sometimes I just don’t want to sit in a restaurant.
Even though it is not actually on my blog bucket list, I can assure you it has always been in my heart of hearts bucket list, and that is visiting the Eiffel Tower. I did not think it ever possible to come true. I have seen it in so many movies, shows and pictures but to actually BE there was magical.
It is one of the most beautiful structures I have ever seen, if not the most beautiful. It is great to know that my “awe” factor has not been used up.
I just could not nor did not get enough of looking and studying it.
On the way in, we exchanged favors of clicking pics for a fun couple of guys and even took some selfies with them. They were having a blast and now they have some old people on their phones to show their friends. It was fun and made me miss my kids.
I also held a cute little bunny. I know that sounds weird but a guy was standing with three cute bunny rabbits asking one euro to hold them. One of the bunnies was jealous and came over to give me some nuzzles and kisses. For real!

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Aug 03 2016

Paris on a Whirlwind = Aching Feet

Jim Morrison's Unassuming Resting Place in Pere Lachaise Cemetery Paris

Jim Morrison’s Unassuming Resting Place in Pere Lachaise Cemetery Paris

Woke up a bit late today but that is fine, as we have a long day ahead of us, as far as time goes.

We enjoyed our room coffee then walked to our neighborhood small market for breakfast items; sat on a bench under the trees on Boulevard Wagram to eat fruit and other goodies; relaxing while watching Paris wake up too, then off to catch the metro.
I know for a fact I can work any train ticket booth put before me, even if in another language. Not sure how, but feels like I have been traveling through Europe forever via trains. I even helped a family going to Disney Paris to obtain tickets. I am not sure why Parisians get such a bad rap because I have found them to be very helpful and nice. Even like one man mentioned to the young family to watch her purse more closely due to thieves, as he was hurriedly going through the turnstiles, and one woman who was also in a hurry pointed out where to insert our metro tickets. They are all different as some insert and others you just swipe.

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Aug 02 2016

Paris? Oui, s’il vous plait.

Lunch outsideWe got up this morning, rearing to go to Paris. Jos drove as they wanted to go too after not having been in the City of Lights for a couple of years. I have to say the trip through Belgium and Northern France was very nerve-wracking, since it was raining and of course other drivers were mindless drones and still driving like maniacs. Under normal circumstances Paris was four hours away but seemed much longer. We left right around ten am after Han had returned our rental car and got on the ring road (Boulevard Péripherique) a little after 2:30pm.

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