Did you know that France has its own Grand Canyon? Al never actually saw many of the spots in my photos, because he refused to look over the side!
Where else can you step out of a parkade and see three Ferraris and a Lamborghini go by within two minutes of walking down the street?
Oh Nice, could you possibly be the most beautiful city on Earth? But Marseille, you totally suprised me…
I have a blog on Nice that I was going to upload, but somehow that doesn’t seem appropriate today. I hope you’ll read what I have to say below, because it’s far more important than most of the tongue-in-cheek missives I’ve written until now.
In the Middle Ages, Grasse was a centre of excellence for leather making. Unfortunately the process to stop rawhide from putrefying created the most putrefying of smells. And so the world’s perfume capital was born!
Yes, I remember saying many times in Africa that I wouldn’t care at all if it rained the whole time we were in France. Guess I shouldn’t have made such loud proclamations…
What’s the most heard phrase on French autoroutes these days? Route recalculation. Turn back!
Bet you thought I would use a more standard image of Paris for my cover photo. Nope. Jim Morrison was just around the corner from where we were staying, so we had to go to see his grave.