On a drive to Eze, by Sherry, the passenger/navigator

We arrived in Eze after a harrowing drive for Paul.
See "Oy I Eye"
The sights of Provence with the Apilles, the Gorge of Verdon, red bauxite carved cubist like rock, vineyards, farms and red-tiled houses, hilltop villages, then the alps of the Cote d'Azure, and we climbed up, up, past Nice, the Mediterranian bluer than i could imagine, stunning, and then, right where border of Italy meets France, we turned off towards Nice, we stopped at this apt./hotel.

Paul had to rest and I got laundry ( Ah the need for the eveyday chores is always grounding) done. We shopped not too much thinking we'd get out for dinner. But we couldn't even do that. So an intermingling of relief that Paul was not going to need surgery, a stunning display of French countryside, after time in a hospital for an ultrasound during our last morning in Arles and time for bed. Tomorrow we explore on foot or by bus.

Then I will write about Arles, and before that Vienna.

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Location:The Eze Vista