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From Cannes to Mane-en-Provence

sunny 80 °F

You know you are somewhere pretty damn smart when you watch a seagull fly past your balcony with a whole croissant in its beak. The one Ben laughed at stole his treasure from the breakfast laid out on someone's suite terrace just below us. And you got the feeling it was a practiced manoeuvre!

The hotel kindly gave us this...


It isn't our Anniversary! All I can think is that the gorgeous room they moved us to had been intended for a happy couple about to celebrate theirs but 'something' happened. Let's hope whatever it was it wasn't divorce!!

Rally cars were burbling along the Croisette in the early morning sunshine no doubt heading home for a well deserved rest. Included was Jerome, our new pal who MUST BE related to Mr. Bean. The previous night he'd dragged us into his 'suite' hopping and bopping with uncontained excitement. "Zey must 'ave made a mistake Pom. I 'ave looked up zee pryce et, mon dieu, ooh la la! And zat Rod Stewart is next door wiz 'is beautiful 22 year old wife!" (Penny Lancaster will be thrilled to know she is ageing so well!) Watching Jerome whizz his 911 back to Versailles, we decided he must have been making a quick getaway before 'The Management' realised their mistake.

And so we headed for Mane-en-Provence close to Aix en Provence. I dozed, by now used to Bianca's 'special noises'. A few Rally cars were around but My Driver was in holiday mode so the pace was calmer. In fact, we were both smarting a bit from a remark by a British Morgan driver at the Gala. "Like being followed by a demented sewing machine," he said. We laughed at the time...remembering passing him more than once on the hairpins! Nose out of joint maybe? But as it was my Dad's red Morgan that caught my Mum's eye 50+ years ago I hold them in deep affection. However, I'm not happy when people abuse our White Girl.

It wasn't all Autoroute and we were soon whizzing around the beautiful winding lanes so typical of Provence. Aix is famous for its tree lined boulevards but this one leading into Mane must surely rival anything they possess.


Le Couvent des Minimes hotel and spa resides in a converted monastery dating back to 1613.


Our room is cool and quiet. We headed for the pool...



And fell asleep. It seems the Coupe des Alpes whacked us out more than we realised.

As dusk fell, we checked on Bianca who relaxed in 'pride of place' the other side of the parking ropes. Quite right too!


Posted by haveyoubeenyet 04:36 Archived in France Tagged aix provence le_couvent_des_minimes mane croissete plane_trees

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