Monday june 24
Car is loaded, driver and passenger ready for a late afternoon arrival in Orange.
The route Napoleon is on the way, so are the small restaurants using History to promote their menus. Respect.
Made it to Orange before dusk and had diner at Barbara’s restaurant the Peperoncino
Thursday June 27 – En route vers le Midi
After a short week spent in the heat wave that struck Orange, we leave the house for the last time. On July 11, the property will be handed over.
En route to our destination, Carcassonne, harrassed by the heat, up to 43 (Celsius) we stopped in Quillian for a refreshing salad. No wine today!
Saturday June 29
Carcassonne, a total rebuild of ruins left behind. Looks like a Walt Disney set up. As a matter of fact, the structure of the “Sleeping Beauty” castle was inspired by Carcassonne.
What Disney did not know was that the the Sleeping Beauty was not sleeping.
Saturday June 29
As we crossed the Canal du Midi, we stopped at one of the locks.
A house boat on her way to the Mediterranean gave us the demo on how a lock is operated.
Behind the lock, a 4 centuries old bridge.
Another bridge, inaugurated in 1928.
Can anyone guess
1-the name of the company that built this bridge
2- what the name of the bridge is?
1- The bridge was built by Eiffel, the father of the Eponyme Tower.
2- And now Susan has a piece of property named to honor her presence somewhere in the South of France.
Almost arrived to our destination, the last pass rises to 7500 feet.
No this is not plastic pollution, this is real snow. Susan could not escape the moment.
Neither did I for a short down hill run.
And finally, the reward of a nice evening diner with my long time buddy, Claude.
Sunday June 30
Shopping in the city of Andorra la Vella, ready for a piece of art Street lifting. Did not do it, too heavy for my car.
So we went for lighter shopping, not lifting.
Magnificient piece of Art. Magnicicient, may be but not for me!
Cured Ham the Spanish way. Delicious, prices range from $100 to $600. Not sure I can taste the difference.
Tomorrow morning the Tour de France continues with Biarritz in sight.
Philippe, are you ready?
In the village of Rochefort en Yveline, do not confuse with Roquefort World known for its Blue Cheese, we visited à nice restaurant : l’Eschu de Rohan.
Susan started the discovery with a Foie Gras de Canard, the rest must remain off the records, it was politically incorrect.
We are on the road again. Destination Annecy for the 30th Marriage Anniversary of a good buddy of mine.
The back roads offered some invaluable points of interest. I am ready to bet that from this very picture, you cannot identify the spot.
On the other hand, if you cannot do it with this picture, you should ask Google. I checked, it works.
After leaving the area, in one of these back roads, we stopped in the forest and discovered pilgrim road to Santiago Compostella. Susan pretended she needed a moment of rest.
A small hike close by to open the lungs.
We drove to le col de la Forclaz where Susan discovered the play ground of Sail Gliding.
Contrary to what my Tee Shirt pretends “I am here for the Scotch”, I was here to offer Susan another point of view on the lake she flew over last year.
Later in the afternoon, we walked in Annecy, had a small lunch.
As Susan could not refrain from shopping, I could not refrain from simulating being bored while waiting outside.
A not to be missed opportunity to meet them.
To make sure that rain would not turn the feast into a wet disaster, a tent was set up.
Obviously we shared a superb moment.
This time, I took my swimming trunks and full of courage, jumped for a swim.
With François, my buddie’s son, we tried to tell how deep the water is.
Made it home by five PM to chill and get ready for tomorrow’s trip to Orange.
A sister of Notre-Dame de Paris, la 
The Cathédrale might be almost one thousand years old, a page of History was written here in June 1940 when during the French retreat, 
The day started with a visit to the German Cemetary. A very lean but moving set-up. 
Like in Yad Vashem, here in this cemetary, trees are planted.
We had lunch in a fake air field where a P47 caught my eye. Too bad, it was a fake plane too.
The first stop after lunch was at Sainte Mère l’Eglise famous for 
The day ended at the British Cemetary.
Photograpy is prohibited, click on the link above.
Before the last stage, we stopped for lunch in Port en Bessin in a restaurant named “The Feet in the Water”.
The Fisherman’s boat’s name called for a song. “
Lets now get serious.
The American Cemetary of Colleville. A monument. Moving.
Juste avant de rentrer dans les terres vers le nord. 
Le port de beaucoup Trop, trop de fric, trop de bateaux, Saint Tropez. 
Entrée dans le golf de St Trop, mais pas trop. 
Saint Raphaël et Fréjus. 
Le restaurant de nos agapes aéroportuaires. 
Franchissement d’un interdit : entrer dans un nuage. 
Juste avant de prendre le risque de sa vie. Puis une fois en vol.
Les enfants de Terroriste qui les surveille. 
