What a nonsense!

Why are Harry and Meghan given the cold shoulder while that despicable and repulsive parasite Andrew is allowed to hide behind the mummy’s skirt?! I am absolutely disgusted by QEII! She is an epitome of double standard, isn’t she?

Damn the house of Windsor!

Parasite! Parasite! Parasite!

Do what you like! I’m gonna be a Republican!!

Je reste à la maison…

Yes, I’m home and feeling not great.

A stomach-ache has been bothering me since yesterday evening and I am still feeling rather ill.

It must have been something to do with packed salad or vegetarian sausage rolls which I bought from my local Sainsbury’s yesterday lunchtime. Damn…

As I curled up like a hedgehog and rested my head on a table, Hubbie asked how bad the ache was. ‘Are you ok?’ I had no nausea but the stomach was tense and painful.

Today, I am at home with Bella, who is not very happy about being under house arrest.

Sorry Bay-Bay!

Water under the bridge…

So the election came and went. The result was not what I hoped for but hey, it’s life, isn’t it? The only thing I am trying now is letting go of the bitterness and getting on with my life. The same as everyone else, I have had enough of the Westminster and the Brexit during the past three years. I just need detoxing!

Éze

Thank god, we weren’t acrophobic! Because a view from the top of Jardin Botanique d’Éze was spectacular but also vertigo inducing.

After our disastrous visit to Menton and Monaco, we arrived at Éze around 4pm. We parked a car at the bottom of the commune and walked up a winding path which was lined with souvenir shops and galleries.

History of this eagle’s nest commune is impressively old – the place started its existence from the 12th century BC. Because of the location, the commune changed hands numerous times between the French and the Italian, and during the late 14th century, the French took over control from the Savoy, Italian royal family.

Awaiting at the summit of the commune was a botanical garden and the entrance fee was €5.00.

The garden was filled with various tropical plants and flowers.

And sculptures…

The path was immaculately kept and it was easy to walk around, even for my mom with a cane.

At the very top of the garden, there was a stone shelter which looked like half-finished (or half-destroyed?) and benches.

A view looking over the Mediterranean was truly breathtaking and we were very glad that we managed to visit Éze in time as we were to leave Southern France early next day.

Now, we will walk all the way down to the car park…

I highly recommend the place as long as the weather is fine and warm.

Creative knitwear by Kaori

Menton, Monaco & one photo

Are you intrigued by the title?

It is exactly that. I have only one photo from Menton and Monaco. Mom took it with her iPod Touch while we were spinning around a roundabout!

Please let me explain.

My mom is a fairly chilled-out kind of travellers. She is not at all obsessed about itinerary and also she is not very demanding. However, the way she is becomes a bit annoying when she decides to throw everything on my lap, typically saying ‘I’ll be happy to go wherever you choose and do whatever you want!’ Come on, mom. Won’t you help me with homework?

During our last year’s road trip, we visited Menton, a place which was right next to the France-Italy border and famous for their lemon.

‘Why don’t we drive to Menton first and then to Monaco and to Eze?’

Ok, I admit that I should have done more to find out about the place before we set off on A8 from Nice. I could have found out from the internet that Menton was a modern town, not a rustic commune like we imagined and their famous lemons were already harvested in the spring and therefore we wouldn’t be able to see them on the trees.

‘We don’t see anything to do with lemon, do we?’ Mom craned her neck to get a better view of our surroundings. Apart from the concrete lemon by the entrance of the town, we saw nothing to do with lemons!

It appeared that we were on Menton’s main thoroughfare but the weekend traffic was very heavy and all the roadside parking spaces were taken up by the locals. ‘Oh, this is not what I imagined!’, I scratched my head and mom laughed ruefully, ‘Oh well, it doesn’t matter.’

Eventually, Avenue de Sospel, on which we were travelling on, ended at the junction with Avenue Carnot, and we had to make a decision. ‘Mom, we are heading to Monaco now.’

Please don’t ask what we saw at Monaco.

Because we hardly saw anything other than road signs and endless underpasses!

It happened very quickly but I missed an exit at a roundabout near the city entrance and as a result, we ended up travelling on a one way system which led us away from the city.

‘We were in Monaco without seeing the place!’

The only thing we could do was to laugh at ourselves and learn from the mistake…

P.S. I’ve found a photo of subterranean Monaco from my photo album! Mom must have taken it while we were speeding away from the city…

LOL

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