Camping under the Motorway

Well, after a four day drive we are now in Aix en Provence. This campsite is so very strange! First of all, it's almost under the motorway. You can stand under the motorway bridge and nearly touch the campsite wall. When you get inside, it's like another world. It's full of trees, and a small river runs through the middle of the site. But it's only a small plot of land, and it's like a warren, with nooks and crannies which serve as camping pitches. If you arrive late, you never know where you might end up. The facilites are clean, but out of the ark. It's all very quaint.

Our part of the site is very interesting in a mad sort of way. In the far, rather dark and strange corner are two very friendly retired teachers from England who keep their caravan here permanently. They like wandering about in their red dressing gowns, and buying ripe figs. The man opposite is very eccentric. He spends a lot of time under his classic sports car, drinks beer for breakfast, and speaks to no-one. He harrumphs now and then when things are not going his way. As you can see, we don't need to go out for entertainment.

But of course, we do go out. Aix is such a pretty town. Our favourite part is the daily food market, where we have a favourite cafe.

Today, however, we went to a different one, as the British couple had recommended the special French breakfast there. The waiter just kept coming out with drinks, croissants, bread, fromage frais, and fruit salad. Oh and little dishes of jam. It was a novel experience, and we really enjoyed taking our time over it.











Afterwards, we went to the art gallery, as there was an exhibition on, which sounded really good. However, it was a bit uninspiring, although there were a few nice paintings, especially those by Cezanne, who lived here. A lot of men in Aix seem to be pretending to be Cezanne, sporting his trademark hat and beard. Maybe there's a look alike competition going on.

We have really enjoyed our few days here. We have a shady pitch, and Tony is enjoying getting his Guardian every

day on his Kindle. For those of you who know the swimsuit saga, he has actually bought a pair of French regulation, tight swimming trunks, so he has been able to go for a swim! As usual, I am enjoying my books and messing about with my photos.

However, we are moving on tomorrow to Sanary sur Mer. The next blog will hopefully be from there, and it will be Tony's turn to write it.
Bye for now!



Sorry I didn't manage to get any pics of Cezanne impostors.