National Day in Vinsobres.

Bastile Day is 14th July, but the village celebrates on the 13th. These two gnarly dudes greeted us.

The dinner is set in the Salle de Fetes in the middle of the village

 

 

One of the local sports is to make  the highest tower out of the used ice cream cups. Here is John competing.

Claire with Francine. I met Francine 3 years ago, and she has less English than I have French!!! Claire is our interpreter, as both of them speak fluent German.

John and Peirre in discussion.

After the food, and the free wine, the dancing!

There's Val at the end of the chorus line.

By this time, Pierre was quite tired and a little emotional.

On the way home, we stumbled across - no, not an elephant, but a DIGGER.
Anne immediately attacked, and before anyone could say "Road up" she had mounted the device and had to be stopped digging up the street.

Like the King's guard in Authyia, Pierre could only stand and watch.

There was no stopping her.

 

We finally got her home about 1 a.m..
tomorrow, the Tour comes to Mirabel (nearby)

A brief visit to Orange

On the way, we passed Chateau de Ruth - Ruth's secret Provencal hide-away.

Here is a photo of the actual hide-away. 

Beside the road there are little white flowers, and when you look closely at the buds, they turn out to be snails! Great protection from predators.

Finally in Orange. This Arc de Triomphe is actually Roman, and over 1900 years old.

Orange advertising.

Anne could hardly resist this - E#lephant rose.

The Teatre Ancien in Orange. We didn't do a tour because;
a) they were constructing the set for a new opera, and
b) it was 38 degrees!
All Roman construction, though.

 

A large statue - not Queen Victoria, although ......

On the way home, we stumbled across a GOLF  COURSE. We may get back to have a game.

 

Another day en Provence

We decided to eat at the village Bistro, and Cathy tried to make the point that I speak with my hands. As the next three photos show, that is utter rubbish!
 

 

Anyway, we had a great night, and when the representatives of a Breton village who were there started to sing, Peter instantly responded with Waltzing Matilda. A Belgian lady then lobbed at our table and pleaded for a rendition of Botany Bay and we followed that by Clancy of the Overflow. The Bretons appeared subdued. 

The food was great, and for once Cathy insisted that it be photographed.

 

 

 

 

Of course Anne had to take things to extremes.

Peter and Val watched in alarm. Actually, we are now calling Peter "Pierre" since we discovered that the French word 'peter' means 'fart' in English. Of course, one of the company was quick to note that Peter Porter now means 'carrying a fart'!

Paul and Cathy were quiet and behaved impeccably.

Friday morning in Valrais. Loved the sign for cheval!

Beautiful flowers in Valrais.

Cathy, Pierre and Anne drove to Valrais, while Paul pedalled over the mountain.

Here is an example of Moto 1 getting ahead of itself.

Lavende!

 

les vins.

Lunch in Vaison la Romain - a 'light' salad.

Anne correcting last night's excesses.

Various aspects of the Drome

A shopping day in Nyons, PLUS the market.

A small Nyons tunnel

Anne on the loose in Nyons

The old Roman bridge in Nyons

I draw no comparisons to old Romans.

Various poses of an old, roamin' woman.

 

Another bloody tunnel

Inside the old church in Nyons

The music school

 

They picked up this idea from HOLLYWOOD

Anne photographing my luncheon attire

Off to the Ardeche for a day's canoeing

 

In Nyons market