Walked this far, might as well continue

Balls of my feet are aching. A walk from Villefranche-Sur-Mer around the Bd Princess Grace de Monaco, down to Lympia and on to Port Riquier Le Port of Nice will do that. One of those ‘walked this far might as well continue’ moments followed closely by ‘how the feck do I get home’ angst.

Situation needed serious contemplation, and obligatory fortification. Sidestepped into a petite bistro, ordered a vin Rouge and what I assumed would be a cheese platter equivalent to the desperately small cube of cheddar, slither of blue vein, dot of goat’s cheese guaranteed to remain attached to roof of mouth ’till Tuesday, a grape and three small biscuits; the nature of which my beloved homeland is inclined to serve for a mere $20.

Nope…€8 offered up half a side of Roquefort, four dollops of non stick goat offering and two huge gherkins piled atop a salad accompanied by five slabs of Baguette. Holy taste buds batman! What really intrigue20130830-203711.jpgd was the two butter pats in the mix; usually only proffered after one has begged, cajoled and thrown a small but noisy tantrum for the French just don’t get it. Mon dieu! Voulez vous le beurre??? Oui I bloody well want butter! But this time I didn’t, gave that fight up a while ago – I’m an undercover local now remember?
In the interests of upholding my ‘eat everything in site before the budget limps away sobbing soon’ mantra I fulfilled the duty, all the while chortling at the memory of Rossy ordering a four cheese Pizza (when Jen, Ross and I were last in France) and receiving a 5cm deep pile of melted cheese under which a tiny crust tried in vain to uphold its duty.

Rossy’s gallant effort was well rewarded with applaud from we girls and the crusty old codgers nearby. Mine with discovering Bus 81 went right past my abode, the stop just ten meters away and all for €1.20. Merci dieu!!




20130830-203925.jpgArrived home and discovered this gorgeous woman (and her inherited side kick) atop the Citadel. What can I say?


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    9 Comments on Aching balls and butter pats…

    1. Jane E Telford
      August 31, 2013 at 5:07 am (4 years ago)

      Yea! where are you going first? So wish I could have caught up with you! Am in Villefranche sur mer, France at the mo, then Aix en Provence. Are you excited? Bet you are

    2. Indulge Divulge
      August 31, 2013 at 7:38 am (4 years ago)

      Where staying in Cinque Terra? You’ve chosen fab places to go Carol. You’ll have a ball I just know it.

      • Jane
        September 8, 2013 at 8:52 pm (4 years ago)

        Err …yes indeed Rosie, burp! xx

    3. Indulge Divulge
      August 31, 2013 at 7:51 am (4 years ago)

      I just adore the temp exhibit – the chubby lady. She’s standing on a hamburger and her liberty crown is a series upturned ice cream cones. She’s holding bathroom scales in one arm, bottle of coke held high…perfect example of obesity epidemic in US.

    4. Jennifer Lyons
      August 31, 2013 at 10:14 am (4 years ago)

      OMG, blocked arteries and heart attack waiting to happen!
      Lol, remembering Ross’ four cheese pizza, never seen anything before or since like it, except perhaps your cheese platter!

      • Jane
        September 2, 2013 at 1:00 am (4 years ago)

        Jenny I couldn’t stop giggling at the memory of that Pizza! Had to drink a toast to Fromage!!

    5. Pippa Macdonald
      August 31, 2013 at 7:33 pm (4 years ago)

      lol – just love the title – hahahaha

      • Jane
        September 8, 2013 at 8:51 pm (4 years ago)

        An attention seeking title Pippy x


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