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On my holidays
September 2nd, 2005 05:22 pmSo, the biannual (or is that twice yearly?) holiday is complete and I should write a trip report. Photos of gorgeous scenery and butterflies fighting will be posted, but in the mean time the holiday was as follows:
First up there was 2 days of driving from the tunnel down to the village, which was right down near the Mediteranean. I was on navigating duty but apart from getting us horrendously lost in Montargis (I think I know what I did wrong...) it all went well. We got there, got the keys and found a nice local pizzeria for dinner in the village. The other eatery in the village was the Hotel d'Alibert which we tried next and went back to several times because it was gorgeous. I had the most lovely guinea-fowl. The owner was a real character - he had perfect English and liked singing Beatles songs to himself while tidying tables, riffing on Monty Python and generally having a bit of fun with his English guests.
For outings, we spent a day going to the Chateaux des Lastours (ruined Cathar chateaux) and les Grottes des Limousis both of which were pretty spectacular, one day driving into the Pyrenees (mostly in search of various eagles and other birds) and one heading out to the Mediterranean (more birds). There was also a bit of wine-tasting, although Dad did more than me. The rest of the time was spent mostly reading.
( the books )
First up there was 2 days of driving from the tunnel down to the village, which was right down near the Mediteranean. I was on navigating duty but apart from getting us horrendously lost in Montargis (I think I know what I did wrong...) it all went well. We got there, got the keys and found a nice local pizzeria for dinner in the village. The other eatery in the village was the Hotel d'Alibert which we tried next and went back to several times because it was gorgeous. I had the most lovely guinea-fowl. The owner was a real character - he had perfect English and liked singing Beatles songs to himself while tidying tables, riffing on Monty Python and generally having a bit of fun with his English guests.
For outings, we spent a day going to the Chateaux des Lastours (ruined Cathar chateaux) and les Grottes des Limousis both of which were pretty spectacular, one day driving into the Pyrenees (mostly in search of various eagles and other birds) and one heading out to the Mediterranean (more birds). There was also a bit of wine-tasting, although Dad did more than me. The rest of the time was spent mostly reading.
( the books )
