Our final resting place (today! 😂) would be the Gabrielle Hotel, Aiguines, seen below. But first we needed to get moving.
The morning after Jason birthday the three of us were in a tangle. Jason and I took a walk through the town to shake off the cobwebs.
The distance between the countries is negligible, but culturally, France and Italy are miles apart.
Everyone here is rushing about on scooters and bikes (love that). They all appear to have the same destination in mind, a coffee and a loud conversation.
Jason described Sanremo as a faded San Tropez, apparently the place to be in 50s. But now, like it's population, the town is aging.
The old town.
I can see the aging around me, but it has charm.
The Italians certainly have style and the tobacconist is not going out of business anytime soon.
Love this.... 😂♥️
Below, Menton, France as seen from the west as you approach from Italy.
It's a beautiful old town in the French Rivera, the streets were thronged with people and the market buzzing.
I love the old towns when they've been preserved well, and France, the old surrender monkeys, seems to have an abundance of them.
We had 170miles to cover through national parks.
Rolling hills and dangerous roads were the order of the day. The altitude lower than the previous two days and temperatures higher as a result.
To give our arses a rest we stopped for a break in Les Mas. It's a tiny Hamlet in the mountains with a small square and, luckily, one tiny shop. A young local boy excitedly shouted the shop keeper, a friendly woman, to tend to our needs. He then stared at us as we purchased coffee.
The final 30miles followed the Verdon river, through the Verdon nation park. The river and lake forming outback drop as the shadows lengthened.
👇 Another two views from the hotel this evening. We're certainly not suffering here!
The chap that owned the car below was from Germany. We got talking and he recounted hitch hiking to england from Germany when he was 16! He suggested he wouldnt let his kids do the same and that the world has changed. I'm not sure the world has changed for the worse, perhaps its just the media force feeding us the negative news.
Absinthe, making people mad since 1888.
I skipped the limon cello again tonight, opting instead to make use of Damo's alcohol disposal services. I'd also like to skip the hangover.
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