Vive La France

After Venice, we had planned to stay in Antibes, but since we were the only travellers not arriving by yacht, it wasn't really our scene. After one night, we hopped on a train to Nice, where we spent five relaxing days in the sun on the Cote d'Azure. The water and sky were brilliant shades of blue. The pebbly beach was lined with palm trees.

Continuing through baguette country, we stopped in Avignon for a few days. Our first night, we stumbled upon (and out of) La Festival du Vin et de la Vigne and sampled nice wines from the south of France. This took place in the plaza next to the Palais des Papes, a fortress/palace built in the 14th century for the papal court. Quel backdrop. Of course we also danced a little step on the Pont-St-Bénézet aka "le Pont d'Avignon". We took day trips to Arles and saw the inspiration for several of Vincent Van Gogh's paintings and to Cannes, where the film festival was beginning; we did see the famous red carpet but we got bored of waiting for the stars of "Zodiac" to walk down the stairs and so we left.

In Paris, we met Ryan, Christine and Baby Rowyn and had a blast on a whirlwind tour of the attractions: Musées du Louvre, d'Orsay et Carnavalais, la tour Eiffel, Cimetiere Père LaChaise, Arc de Triomphe, Cathédrale Notre Dame, Basilique Sacre Coeur and Montmarte, Amélie Poulain's neighbourhood. We cracked the codes of the Donatello, Raphael and Michaelangelo, the three remaining Ninja Turles. Take that, D.Brown.

La France est maginifique. Shout-out to our friends in Trosly-Breuil, Cathryn and Jean-Marie.