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vr_trakowskiNo stamps for me this morning. Up for a chilly breakfast at the same café where we had a snack yesterday, then pack to haul through the Mètro to Gare de Lyon. A big old Victorian station with the trains coming straight in from outside--it's open at the far end.
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I spotted some kitchy stuff that would be good for the trio of little girls that are looking after my feral cats, but I'm holding it in reserve.
The train was very smooth and fast. I fell asleep almost at once and woke to my mother and brother asleep opposite me, kind of cute. Great views--one looked sort of like Amon Hen.
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Dad brought us lunch--ham & cheese & butter, mmm--and then we tumbled out at Aix. A smaller, glassy station, sunny and windy. No stamps here either.
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Two small cars--I rode with my brother and sister-in-love--and apparently Dad's GPS, which he brought from home, not only spoke German (!) but got hopelessly confused. Too much circling in Pertuis. Anne, the lady from whom we are renting the house, called my (rented) cellphone, but fortunately speaks English and was very easy about it all.
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We ended up driving places in Cucuron that shouldn't be driven in, but she found us. The house is ancient (basement 1511?) and odd and full of steep stairs, but it has a patio and a cute little kitchen. And two fireplaces, one on the patio/terrace. Views everywhere. Ancient, ancient.
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Dinner in town. I had a heap of noodles with cream sauce and ham, quite good. And not-very-mousse.
.......I spotted some kitchy stuff that would be good for the trio of little girls that are looking after my feral cats, but I'm holding it in reserve.
The train was very smooth and fast. I fell asleep almost at once and woke to my mother and brother asleep opposite me, kind of cute. Great views--one looked sort of like Amon Hen.
..............Dad brought us lunch--ham & cheese & butter, mmm--and then we tumbled out at Aix. A smaller, glassy station, sunny and windy. No stamps here either.
.......Two small cars--I rode with my brother and sister-in-love--and apparently Dad's GPS, which he brought from home, not only spoke German (!) but got hopelessly confused. Too much circling in Pertuis. Anne, the lady from whom we are renting the house, called my (rented) cellphone, but fortunately speaks English and was very easy about it all.
.......We ended up driving places in Cucuron that shouldn't be driven in, but she found us. The house is ancient (basement 1511?) and odd and full of steep stairs, but it has a patio and a cute little kitchen. And two fireplaces, one on the patio/terrace. Views everywhere. Ancient, ancient.
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.......Dinner in town. I had a heap of noodles with cream sauce and ham, quite good. And not-very-mousse.