The next morning, I woke up a little later than usual, still a little bit in a Cassis haze. I thought I would grant myself a lazy day, a little pampering in the bathroom and give the Pink Lady a little rest too. I spent the day pottering around the hotel before I decided to…
Do I go? Or not? Do I go? Or not? After a very enjoyable breakfast, I sat on the canapé (to give it a try) in my room. It is as uncomfortable as it looks. I was researching on my phone about the information Maurice had given me, about Pêches de Vignes and Crème de…
After two rather intensive days, I decided to slow down to a snail’s pace and escape a little from my pink cloud. Maurice was fun, but then…… Breakfast was, as ever, a pleasant affair. Arnaud and his wife joined me for a coffee and chat. I had told them about my visit to Jean. Now…
The next day, I drove back to the restaurant to pick up my two “boys”. “What’s that?” asked Chef. “Your taxi!” I replied coolly. “It’s a heap of metal in a horrible colour.” he replied. “Does it actually go?” “All the way from Brida, near Perpignan. And I drove the scenic route too.” Maurice came…
My goodness, was he gorgeous!! A handsome young man, extremely well-groomed, with fantastic hair. His beard was well-trimmed, and he had a large smile. I could just about resist the temptation to apply some lipstick, he did outshine me just a little. I should have done that before I got out of the Pink Lady….