After some warm days swimming and some balmy nights eating and drinking, we said goodbye to Javea and Spain and started heading for Trieste, Italy, as Sonny needed to be there for work.
Relief at the end of a hot day in the car was found in a pretty little town in the Roussillon region in France -Saint Genies des Mourgues. We were staying at a Chambre d'hotes called La Ferme Du Chateau. All in the same room, but we all had our own beds.
The hosts, Dominique and Else-Marie were charming and helpful, and again, I was really impressed with the attention to detail in our accommodation. There was bottled water provided for all of us, with the glasses for drinking each individually coloured – no big deal, but a nice change from the usual "That was my glass!!!" that I get to hear from the entourage. Another thing I liked – not only were there face cloths (why doesn't everywhere have face-cloths?), but they had different coloured tags on them. Now, I can't say if this was planning or just luck, but I'm going with planning, because it was obvious our hosts had an eye for detail. The decor was cheery, and the beds were comfortable. It was a really nice place to stay.
The village of Saint Genies des Mourgues is very pretty. We had sunlit dinner in the courtyard of a Bar a Vins – something I love in European summer is the late sunsets, though it's playing havoc with the kid's sleep as most nights they don't even have dinner until after their bedtime.
This picture is for Leentje.
It was the night before Bastille*. There were going to be fireworks in the next village, but you see the time on the clock, and it's still twilight. Poor Evan really wanted to see the fireworks, but he had started feeling pretty sick with stomach pain by then, so we just went to bed instead.
Next morning, we had another wander around, before leaving, to take a few photos
These symbols, in various combinations, were found at the front of most houses. Not sure what they mean. Anyone know??
Our nod to Bastille day…
* There's something about that day and my holidaying in France. Two years ago it was due to being the night before Bastille that I missed out on climbing the Eiffel Tower. This time, it was my little boy getting very sick.
As always, more on Sonny's blog
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