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Hey bloggers out there, where are you?

We're almost out of time here in Provence, packing, cleaning up and organizing today. Then Wed. will be our last day to sight see; Thurs. we fly home.

No one has commented on the title of our blog. We thought it was very clever. Maybe you weren't impressed, or thought it was a word you didn't recognize.

Tetou Plage

Tetou Plage, dining right on the beach in Golfe Juan, a little town between Antibes and Cannes. This was our day to relax and eat well. We ate beautiful salads. Marcell's had goat cheese melted on toasted bread, mine was Nicoise. Then mussels and desserts. Marcell had an apricot tart with almonds and Joey had berries. I helped myself to both. Then we sat in their beautiful lounge chairs, under stripped umbrellas and lay around all afternoon, swimming and reading. Thanks Anita!! This place came from your book on Charming French Restaurants.

jam tart

Starting my day with the perfect jam tart and cafe.

Car Food

This is only a sample of the food available in the average car rest stop on the highway/toll road. There were Doritos, but only a small quantity, while 3 refrigerated cases were devoted to fresh sandwiches, another to yogurt, fruit and salads. This country has amazing FOOD! Why do we settle for less?

Socca in Vence

We have been on the look out for Socca, the garbanzo crepes. We looked in the market in Nice, last week, but we were too late. Today we found them in Vence, a beautiful old medieval, walled, hill village. Cooked on the street in a wood burning oven with olive oil and served with salt and pepper. FANTASTIC!

FOOD

The food we had, Especially the MUSSELS, was very good. I couldn't stop eating them.
By Joey

Refuge de l'Arpont-day two

The second day's hike appeared leisurely starting with a long downhill stretch and a lot of lateral traverses. In the morning we passed ski lifts, crossed ski runs, walked on a paved road for a while, and passed glacial moraines and lakes. At times we could see the edge of the glacier high above our path and feel the cold breeze blowing down slope off the ice. On the traverses we crossed many small ice melt streams by stepping on large rocks above the water, but in the late afternoon we came to a wider, swifter stream that required fording--walking through the water! Unfortunately we then hiked the remainder of the day in wet shoes.

Every day in the late afternoon we would watch ahead for the refuge, hoping it would be close. Many abandoned rock shelters abound in this area of the Alps, and we often had to judge from a distance whether we could see the refuge or just another abandoned rock shelter. When we finally reached Refuge de l'Arpont we were really tired, hungry for the meal, and ready for sleep.

This last photo is the multinational crew we ate dinner with that night. Many non-French Europeans were hiking and the common language was often English. Table cards dictating which table we ate at were put out at every meal. It seemed that the non-French speakers were often placed the together. We shared many of our meals with a couple from the Netherlands, a couple from England, a mom and daughter, Karen and Morgan, from Florida and Andrea, a man from Italy.