George and Jacob are already seated at the table waiting to say the blessing when I slide into my chair. “I’m here,” I announce. Jacob: I can see you. Me: I can see you, too. Jacob: I can point at you. (He demonstrates) Me: I can point at you, too. (Likewise) George: Are you two […]
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To my journal friends: If you actually read the preceding looooong travel diary entries, you deserve some sort of marvelous prize. Feel free to suggest one, and I’ll consider awarding it to you. Then I’ll probably laugh. And now we return to our regularly scheduled program of whatever Jeanne happens to feel like writing on
Tuesday, September 19, 2006. Valbonne, Nice, London, Dallas. We arrived for petit dejeuner (breakfast) at 7:30. Our host and hostess were both there, slicing fresh bread and warming cream for the coffee. They paused long enough for me to take their picture. I also took pictures of the food. Our bread basket was fuller than
Monday, September 18, 2006. Nice, France. After our usual breakfast we packed our daypack for an adventure to the seaside. We stopped by the hotel desk on our way out to request a taxi to the airport Tuesday morning. Then we headed to the tourist info center for the bus schedule to Nice. According to
Sunday, September 17, 2006. Valbonne and La Rouret. Church bells chime the hour in many European villages, including Valbonne. On Sunday they also ring with a more joyful urgency to call people to mass. With our windows open we heard them all, yet managed to sleep till after 8:00 AM. Instead of setting out breakfast
I’ve posted thirty pictures from our trip HERE. I’m sure I’ll be posting more, so check back later. ♥
Saturday, September 16, 2006. Valbonne and Antibes. During the night we were awakened several times by thunder. The first time I thought someone was rolling a heavy cart around on the floor above us, but after a couple more rumbles I realized another storm had blown in. It was still drizzly and grey when we
Friday, September 15, 2006. Valbonne, France. We awoke this morning around 8:00. Given the absence of all our luggage, it didn’t take long to get dressed. Same clothes. No make up. Ready in record time. The weekly local market sets up in the central “place” (plaza), and our hotel opens right into the heart of
Some of you may have wondered why our European saga screeched to an abrupt halt in the middle of our first night in France. Let me sincerely apologize to those who’ve lingered on the edges of their collective seats for the next installment. (Judging by the proliferation of comments, there are about 1.75 of you.)
Thursday, September 14, 2006. Heidelberg and then on to France. Jeff had a doctor’s appointment in downtown Heidelberg, so he dropped George and me off to visit the museum a couple of blocks away. We crossed the bridge over the river and strolled along Hautpstrasse (High Street) past cafes and upscale clothing stores. We stopped