Travelling- Wednesday June 25th

Not a great day, but we finally made it to the villa.  Got on the train to Paris alright - although my case was heavy to lug from souvenirs.

Unfortunately, part way through the trip we heard our train would be late arriving in Gare du Nord.  Which meant that instead of a leisurely taxi ride across town to Gare du Lyons to catch our next train - we had to urgently sprint with all our luggage to the Metro to try and get there in time.

Alas, we just missed.

So we worked out how to get our tickets transferred to another trains and rang the rental car people to give them a new arrival time.  I then rang the keyholder to the villa (Beatrice Lannoye) to say we'll be late.

Merde!  She doesn't speak English!  Caught unawares I made a hash of it on the phone - although the message got through.  Then communication was via txt till we got there.  A real test of school-girl French, but we got there.  And when we met I was in the mode more so with some gestures we managed to communicate better.

The villa is very nice with four bedrooms, a pool and Provencal furnishing. However there was no food (not even milk) apart from cooking oils.  Beatrice told us if we wanted to shop we had to hurry as shops closed at 8.

So without unpacking we took our sweaty bodies to St Saturnin d'Apt.  Ended up having a cold beer at a pizzeria and taking a pizza and bottle of rose back to the villa for a well deserved relax.

Pizza at the villa

Pool at our villa