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To the left, Jan Blegraff
is having his breakfast at Bellevue. The hosts are a Swiss/Austrian couple
and serve a lovely breakfast. Not the French kind with a simple horn.
To the right, you have the East wall of the house. The sun is rising on
another lovely day in Southern France. |
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Southward wall where Martin's room is indicated. You can see
why the ceiling inside is very low. Martin and his car ready
to go to the Internet Café at Cavaillon. See
the map. |
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The small street where the Internet is.
There are plenty of small streets in Cavaillon. |
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Back from the Café, Martin got a ticket. He
didn't know that you had to buy a ticket. Stupid tourist and € 11,- poorer.
Nice tree on the road to St-Rémy-de-Provence. Not bad. |
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Tree alleys on the same road. On
to the next stop, Les-Baux-de-Provence. A scenic route. |
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On the way, a drop in at La Dame.
She was a wine yard that sells plenty wine. |
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Martin bought a bottle of rosé wine just to be
polite. Here at the bottling machine. Martin don't even like wine. He's a
beer man. The on to our destination Les-Baux-de-Provence,
nice road. |
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On top of a hill top was a very impressive
castle. Just in the middle of Les-Baux-de-Provence. Here's
the sign. |
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Also some fancy rock formation up to the castle.
The view from the top overlooking the road Martin came up on. Impressive. |
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The top of the castle was closed to the public.
But a flag of some sorts was flying there. You couldn't make
out if the walls were man-made or natural rock formations. Fascinating. |
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The walls were covered in something that looked
like poisonous ivy. Martin didn't check to find out. This
big hole in the rock side is definitely man made. |
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At Maussane-les-Alpilles, they have a very nice
restaurant opposite the local church. Highly recommended by the locals.
But all Martin had was a beer to stay inside the legal
limit of 1,5 beers to be able to drive. |
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The toll boots on the French highways took some
doing to learn how to use. After a couple of hick-ups, Martin figured it
out. Between the towns of Mallemort and Mérindol, you have a
big river called La Durance. This is the old bridge. |
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The old bridge is closed and heavily spiked
sides and top. You kill yourself climbing over these obstacles.
Another view of the towers of the old bridge. Quite a fascination
construction. |
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Twin Towers (no pun intended) are quite cute.
The middle of the river. Filthy like hell with a big factory next door. This
is the picture down streams. |
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Upstream. Look nice at least.
The sign at the bridge telling you the river you're about to cross La
Durance. |
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Back at Mérindol, time to meet Greg, the local
barman. Mixing a drink Martin hasn't tasted since he lived
in France from 1973 to 1974. Beer with strawberry syrup. Great taste and
great color. |
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The Grand Tilleul where Martin should have
dinner. Instead he had to eat at the hotel. But the food there is very good
and Martin had Madeleine for company. A Swiss medical secretary from Geneva
that thought Martin a lot of nice French. Lovely woman. He had a small
dinner the next day there without Geraldine, The Swiss lady. She had to eat
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