So back behind a French steering wheel again – what a relief. I hoped to whizz out of Nice very quickly to avoid the traffic – the thought was to head for the hills, the general direction of my B&B, but no –I got stuck on the main road heading along the Med, and after sitting in traffic jams I finally arrived in Antibes! Finally after winding around what felt like all the roads in the vicinity of Grasse, I found my first night's B&B. The owner could believe I had found my way to her all the way from Australia!
The next few days I spent slowly making my way to the Lot, and stopped one night through in Cotignac (a B&B run by Eric, who’s wife seemed absent - he was running the B&B on his own and came flying out of his room all dishevelled in the morning to make my breakfast - slept in!). Next night was in Villeunette, a teensy walled village famous for providing fabric to ....... and then a night in the middle of nowhere past lots of Roquefort sheet in the Tarn somewhere.
When I arrived back in Frayssinet to Mary's little cottage, it was like returning home and great to see everyone again and be able to stop for a while. The next 5 weeks or so were spent on the social social whirl, taking photos of the autumn colours in the vines, and painting - tho a whole new palette of reds and golds was called for.
