Kebobs and Chantilly

It is our last night here in St-Rémy with Jennifer and Benjy.

I finished knitting the pair of socks for Sue (Benjy's Mum and for whom we are house sitting).

The MISTRAL blew up good this afternoon and nearly sabotaged our last bbq. The flames were getting a little friendly with the grill handles. Good to have a pool full of water to wet the grass and cool the handles and tin foil saved the day.

The meat was a bit charded but the fresh market strawberries and whipped Crème Fleurette made up for it.

Yesterday we drove to Nîmes.

Today we passed through Avignon.

I have discovered that turning a heel and those round intersections don't mix. I felt terrible. Came home and had my last 1664 of this trip. (beer)

I must say, I am lusting for home. The phone line is just not cutting it for me anymore. I have seen enough cement already. I need my pillow top mattress and those soft ears back home.

Some man arms would feel good too.



X11 siècle Église St Laurent



Roman coliseum



never found the name of this church, it was a drive by...



U of Nîmes



heading home soon xx

Bonne Fête Ma Belle Chloé d' Amourrrr XXX

When Mummy gets home, we are gonna PARRRRTY! Je t'aime xxoxoxoxox

je voulais voir la mer...

Juste a map, a car, a dog and some friends today. A really long road trip as far as the continent would allow. I ended up dipping my toes in the Mediterranean. It was really quiet today. I guess it is off season here. I had imagined I would see celebrities walking around but no, it was just me and the horizon.

walled city of Aigue Morte

Ste-Marie sur Mer

Arles

Caroussel / Ste-Marie sur Mer

sur Rhônes

Mother's Day

A day spent in the car with the dog in toe...

The wind was blowing very hard all day.

Vignoble

 I always imagined grapevines to be much larger.

Roussillon

 Terracotta coloured earth...

Gordes

Way up to Gordes over looking the Val of Ghosts...

I had intended to share with you my trip to the only other shop here in St-Rémy that carries knitting supplies. However, to my dismay the owner was having himself a snack of La Vache Enragée and to make a long story short, I left his shop after his making a completely (in english) humiliating scene in front of the few other customers that arrived with me. That was that. It ruined my Mother's Day. I never understood why the French were generally considered to be rude and ignorant people but after today, I realize first hand that it only takes one crazy bastard like this to give a terrible impression of the Country and its Folk. Luckily, I know and love many French people, my own ancesters come from Normandie.

Que le Diable l'Emporte. Il est un trou de cul!

Back from the Asylum

Well, guess who wandered off and fell into the pool yesterday afternoon? Yep, Benjy!! Scared the crap out of all of us. We had spent hours shampooing and brushing his fur all afternoon and then he goes and falls into the freezing cold pool. ??? He never does that! I think he is testing us...

Today, the house had no water during lunch because the Municipal guys are working on the street. No problem. The cleaning lady just left and we discovered a leaking pipe!! A contact person was called and a nice man named Ed is here trying to fix valves or whatever. More reason to drink!

I have this much knitting done in a week. Sad. No, pathetic but true. It is too beautiful around here to be looking at your stitches. No damn wonder there are little to no knitting shops here!

I took UmPooPoo for a really long trot this morning. We walked all around the circle of the center of St-Remy. It was lovely. I found a dog groomer. We just might bring Benjy for a professional haircut.

Misti Alpaca Sock yarn by the pool

After lunch we went to visit the Asylum where Van Gogh was committed.

Cloître St-Paul

Voici, the Asylum where Van Gogh stayed because of his mental illness. This is a famous place. Significant to me because I am a fan of his paintings and loved my time studying him and other artists in High School. Mrs. Holmes would be proud!

It is a beautiful place but somehow very very sad. However, we landed here just before the crowds arrived and the sun was just right for photos.

A statue of him holding sunflowers.

Chapel

inner court yard solarium filled with roses, red, pink and yellow.

I can't stop taking pictures of flowers!! These roses remind me of Anthony in the Candy Episodes of my childhood. That cartoon defined my idea of romance.

Donna and Van

this must be le Bonhomme sept-heures

Van Gogh's actual bedroom and the famous window with view.

Again, very sad. I want to give him a hug...and thank him with hand knit socks, poor thing.

the keys...

Van Gogh's garden with rows of lavender.

Garden again, but rude as hell Chinese lady that got upset with us for asking her to stay out of our photos. Move Bitch! (I did not say that but I was thinking it real hard).