When we last checked in, we were in Barcelona having just lost 100s of euros to the very talented pickpocket who rightly sized us up as easy marks.
Rather understandably, we packed up and left town ASAP! Our next stop was the celebrated French sea-side town of Collioure, the site of many impressionist pictures:
We then zipped up to Albi with its great cathedral:
and a haut cuisine restaurant with a most picturesque seared foie gras with bacon entree:
Leaving town, we had lunch in a deserted field which made Deb very nervous (what if the farmer came?); and then the farmer did come, driving by on his tractor pulling a load of hay bales; and waved to us!
We detoured to look at the brand-new Millau autoroute bridge, the world’s longest:
You probably don’t want to see another picture of beef tartare but this was an especially nice one!
Then, on again to visit Dani and Rosine in Albon in the middle of the Ardeche (literally, the middle of nowhere — no wi-fi, no cell phone signal; just peace and quiet. Here we are about to sit down to dinner:
And shopping in the weekly market (all the cheeses were local, local, local!):
On the last day, Jeanne (Dani’s oldest) arrived with her four children (two missing!), with Leslie on the left:
The very last thing we did in France was to stop at La Pyramide in Vienne (one of the oldest of the three-star restaurants in France) to eat in the garden of the lower-priced bistro — nice meal!
See you when we get to Italy (in about four hours)!