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Monday, September 5, 2011

Okay so here goes:
We visited: the annual Festival of Figs! Really, it's just that. Everything fig.
Like these fig sausages.
Scary. I know.
There was delicious fig ice cream too. I would have a picture of that, but I ate it too quickly, and with both hands.
The was also an extremely off-key little girl singing on a stage in front of many admirers. Oh, and a dixie band. But both were playing at the same time, so no one could win.
There was also delicious fig champagne. Goodness it was good.
And I love street food, so I could've stayed all three days...

We visited: an ancient medieval chateaux on top of a mountain above the city of Hyères. Very pretty. Very old. Very ruined. Very tiring climb in the heat. Nice view of the presqu'ile, the sea, the airport, and the greenhouses of the surrounding flower-growing region.


We visited: a beautiful pronvencal village where the president spends the holiday. There was a multitude of little winding streets and curvy stairways. Everything had vines and flowering plants growing on it. And tourists. They sprout from the autoroute, and wind up the very frightening mountain roads to the village of Bormes- Les Mimosas. No, not samosas. Though I miss those greatly.
The town is extremely tourist oriented, but still very pretty. We stayed for 30 minutes. Walked around the pretty streets, bought fig ice cream and that was that. Classy ice cream shop though. Very chic.

Not a whole lot else. My host family apparently isn't interested in museums.
Also, unless you are interested in visiting every single shop that sells wooden trinkets and terracotta pottery, the streets pass pretty quickly.

Oh and by the way, my new room is the old room of my host sister (now in Albany for a year).
So its pink. So perfect with the petite bête and the canopy.


Love from france.
Updates about this ridiculousness called La Rentrée.

Will Pearl

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