A TOUR DE FRANCE WITH BILL AND ELIZABETH
JULY 25 LYON TO PARIS AND ELIZABETH'S BIRTHDAY
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JULY 8TH FRIDAY DAY ONE
JULY 9 SATURDAY STARTING TO TAKE IT ALL IN
JULY 10 SUNDAY A DAY FOR THE BIRDS
JULY 11 AT LAST SOME REAL SOUL FOOD
JULY 12 MERDE, IL PLEUT
JULY 13TH IF I RULED THE WORLD I'D BUILD A PLACE LIKE THIS
JULY 14 VENI VEDI VICI ON BASTILLE DAY
JULY 15 TRAVEL TO ST ETIENNE
JULY 16TH WEDDING OF SEBASTIAN AND EVELYN
JULY 17TH IN TRANSIT TO CAUX
JULY 18TH VISIT RON AND LESLEY IN CAUX
JULY 19TH TRAVEL TO CANNES
JULY 20TH CANNES THE FIRST DAY
JULY 21 GRASSE THIS TOWN STINKS
JULY 22 THE BANK OF MONTE CARLO BROKE US
JULY 23 OUR MISADVENTURE THANKS TO WOODY ALLEN
JULY 23 SOME WISDOM FROM MY TRAVELS
JULY 23 SATURDAY LAST DAY ALL DAY IN CANNES
JULY 24 FROM CANNES TO LYON
JULY 24 MORE REMARKS ABOUT FRANCE
JULY 25 LYON TO PARIS AND ELIZABETH'S BIRTHDAY
JULY 26TH. FIN!!!....MY LAST COMMENTS ABOUT FRANCE

ELIZABETH TURNED DOWN A REQUEST TO DECLARE TODAY A NATIONAL HOLIDAY

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It was a dark and stormy morning as we left Lyon. It rained intermitely all day. Our hotel was on the river and the morning stillness in the river allowed a wonderful photo of the buildings reflected in the water. We followed the signs back to the main highway in a convoluted manner that required your paying attention at every corner as to which way to go. Once on the highway I bravely cranked the car up to 150 kph and felt comfortable in doing so.

Around lunch we stopped at a restaurant on the highway and had a cheeseburger with wine. The cheeseburger was about $20 and I will never complain again about the $35 hamburger at Bymark. It simply is 10 times better. They have red and white wine that is dispense like you would have a coke at McDonalds. The restaurants although the food is more like restaurant food and not fast food means it takes time to get anything. In McDonald’s figure five minutes top for a hamburger. Highway restaurant 15 to 20 minutes. They make everything a hassle. You want a glass for your wine yes it can be found by walking around the partition and on the other side you will find a glass. A coffee. Yes you pay here get a token go around the partition again and find an espresso machine that makes it. Sugar forget about it.

When we passed through Dijon the sky turned yellow and through Bordeaux it turned red. The distance we were travelling was like travelling from Windsor to Toronto along the 401 and would take about four hours plus. As the miles droned by I decided to dictate some more of my thoughts on France to Elizabeth. She dutifully wrote down what I said.

If you remember Tocqueville the great political thinker who visited America in the 19th century wrote a book called Democracy in America. In it he explored the effects of the rising equality of social conditions on the individual and the state in western societies. Today it is considered an early work of sociology and political science. Maybe just maybe I could do the reverse. When I return maybe a book on Democracy in France and the rising inequality of social conditions in modern France. Fatta chance.

If you travel in France you will on occasion suffer from both claustrophobia and acrophobia. Everything is small and tighter and higher and more convoluted. I wander if French people when they come to North America suffer from Agoraphobia the fear of open spaces.

The wind patterns over France are quite different then over Canada. As a result the cloud formations are quite different in shape, height and colouration. I took some pictures for you to get an idea. You see the clouds in the background of many masterpiece paintings.

The temperature this morning when we left was 15 degrees C. It warmed up to about 22 C when we arrived in Paris. This is a result of the Jet Stream coming from the north through out Europe and keeping it cool while the opposite is true with Russia with the Jet Stream coming from the south with hot winds.

On our trip we have been listening to the same radio station that has a blend of English and French songs. It is called Nostalgia and it has stayed with us from Paris to Cannes and back. As you travel the station is automatically handed off to the next station and you don’t have to do a thing. It would be like listening to CHFI from Toronto Chicago and back and not touching the dial.

You see many white Charolais cows on this trip. I hadn’t seen any lambs until I mentioned it to Elizabeth and we saw our first herd of them. We have seen no goats and wonder where goat’s cheese comes from. Not a pig insight but plenty of ham and bacon.

With all this travelling we wonder if there is any rest for the wicked. Then again there is no wicked for the rest. See some of this is rambling.

We approach Paris. I have yet to look at a map since we left Cannes a day ago and I am using my native GPS to get us back to our hotel. I accomplished all this and we we’re back to the Hotel Muguet and unload our bags that seemed to have gained weight over the past days. I now had to check the car in but it was only 3 blocks away. I had to fill up the tank and so I asked the front desk where the nearest gas station was. It was about 10 blocks away underground at the entrance to a parking lot. I got to the general area and went around the block 3 times and finally asked a parking attendant where it was. He pointed to a red sign the size of an 8x10 sheet of paper and said there. I entered the underground garage and right at the entrance were 3 pumps. I couldn’t help thinking what the safety conscious civil servants would think of this arrangement. Filled the car up returned it and met Elizabeth at the hotel.

We were both exhausted and decided to go a half a block away to a restaurant called Pasco to celebrate her birthday. We enjoyed the meal but gladly came home to go to bed early. Alas one more task to accomplish. When we left Canada I left my file with all my research and the ticketing information in the same file as well. I knew from memory that the trip was for July 26th but now I had to confirm with Air Transat what flight etc. I was hung on the phone for an hour only to be told that I hadn’t booked with them but Expedia and they would give me the information. Another hours effort and I finally got a printed version of when we were leaving. Moral don’t use Transat or Expedia have an agency do it. And so to bed.