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Alas my holiday is no more and I've returned to work which has celebrated my arrival with people getting killed or married all over the place and I feel like I've spent so much time on the phone to Social Services that my lover ought to suspect that I'm having an affair.

However! all is not dire and my sejour in France was very very very nice indeed despite the fact that Easyjet lost Z's luggage [but they coughed it up the next day and he bought a very nice shirt with my loving guidance, so in fact in an oblique way I’m grateful].

Z has taken a million zillion pictures [including a very unattractive one of me with my stomach all bloated] for which there shall be revenge, and I've posted a number of them behind the cut and in the album. On the same note, I think I need to find some alternate cheap or free photo hosting – does anyone have any recommendations?

The trip was good. Much food was eaten and wine drunk and sun sat in. I liked Z's friends [Jelica, Ljupka and Branko], and Z and I got on beautifully except for that time when he made my hair wet in the sea [a breakupable offence in anyone's book], so I tried to avenge myself by drowning him in the sea [an enterprise which he resisted with all his heart and superior upper body strength], and then when I succeeded pulled me down with him in a most unsporting way [bastard].

We spent the first two days in central Cannes which contained a lot of thin, brown, stylish people, a lot of yachts, and about a towel's worth of free public beach, so Z and I sunned ourselves lizard-like on the rocks. Cannes was a pretty laid-back, snotty town and there wasn't much to do except walk around and see people and be seen. However, we found a number of delightful things there such as: a very reasonably priced set menu in a very swanky fish restaurant, a Russian ballet troupe performing folk dances, a Serbian street and waiters who let Z try to order beers in French.

Afterwards we decamped for a different accomodation in the outskirts of Cannes, next to a railway track and miles and miles and miles of perfect near-empty sandy beach. We were staying in some behemoth holiday resort made up of many many many apartments and immesurable amounts of teenage Croats who were deposited there daily by the busloads [Z: I have travelled so far, for this?]. Cannes-The-Outskirts was delightful and distinguished by an abundance of cheap, beautiful food and a local Bistro with leopard print seats which sold 3 Euro cocktails and let us play card games at our table.

And because I was teamed up with freaks who thought it was amusing to get up early and Do Stuff, we made several day trips to local towns. We went to Antibes [beautiful] and Cagnes-sur-Mer [peopled by xenophobic pensioners, but has a lovely Medieval Old Town]. We then rented a Renault Megane for a day and erronously put Unleaded Petrol into a Diesel engine almost immediately after. However, we realised our mistake soon enough [and before the engine exploded or some such excitement] and by chance ended up five minutes from a local Renault garage which fixed the problem in only four hours [thanks to the two hour French lunchbreak]. The original plan had been to drive into The Var and see some France off the beaten tourist track, but my lover decided to make up the five hours of daylight time that we had lost by driving as fast as possible down tiny French country roads and flinging the car cheerfully into the hairpin bends. It was a very fortunate thing for him that he was the only person in that car with a driving license because that was the only thing that stood between him and Grevious Bodily Harm since the three people in the back of the car [self included] were getting jostled around like cows in a cattle truck and baying for his blood.

We saw some lovely scenery going by very fast [since Z was on his quest to make up lost time] and some little towns that looked beautiful [and probably would have been fabulous had we been allowed to stop in them], we saw hills and forests and vineyards and horses grazing peacefully all of which I’d have been thrilled to show you but by the time I’d got the camera working focused on something pretty we’d be about 5km away. So! As a consolation prize here is the picture of some French biker chicks wearing very short skirts and rather high heels.Those wacky French, what will they think up next!

Having given up on my wimpy assertions that I can’t take pictures if he doesn’t slow down, Z disproved the suggestion that men can’t multi-task by driving with one hand and using the other hand to alternatively try and take pictures, smoke a cigarette and answer his mobile phone while cheerfully continuing with his previous policy concerning bends. All sorts of other remarkable things happened, we came across a pretty lake, some kind of vengeful cross between a dog and a werewolf, and I was even wrong! Twice!

But we survived, and by evening I had sufficiently recovered to deign to get in the car again and we drove to a small pretty coastal place called Juan-les-Pins where we strolled around and then later sat in bars on the beach and drank more coctails and listened to each other and the sea.

The next day Z and I parted company with the others and went to Nice, and walked around so much that my feet near fell off but the old town was great and I was doubly rewarded for physical exertions by being taken to a lovely dinner and finding that the hotel was much closer than we’d thought.

After that we went to Monaco, to see nanji and all the pretty funky places, and as a bonus we spotted Triathlon athletes [sprinting uphill in midday heat], lots of plastic cows and red carpet leading down to the beach.

Our final day in Nice was lovely. I browsed happily for hours in the flea market, we had lush meals, listened to street musicians [my favourite was the pianist who’d lugged his piano to the middle of the square], sat on the steps of the Palais de Justice watching motorbikes drive through pedestrian zones in front of the law Courts and judges sneak out for smoke breaks. And then we wondered over to the seafront and sat on tall rocks leaning against each other and watching the sea and even though we were flying off that evening all I could think of was What a perfect day.

Fun in the Sun
Fun in the Sun

Cagnes-Sur Mer
Cagnes-Sur Mer

The old town
Z calls this The Little Pink Riding Hood
Z calls this "The Little Pink Riding Hood"

The infamous five holidaymakers
The infamous five holidaymakers

From left: Branko, Jelica, Yours Truly, Z and Ljupka
Cagnes Sur Mer
Cagnes Sur Mer

a view from the Grimaldi Castle

Cagnes Sur mer
Cagnes Sur mer

a square with cats

Passageways leading away into town from the beach
An unexpected lake in Var, Somewhere
An unexpected lake in Var, Somewhere


A sunset somewhere on the French coast
A sunset somewhere on the French coast

Blinging Cow
Blinging Cow



( 16 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 16th, 2005 04:07 pm (UTC)
Glad you are back! I haven't read it all because im out, but you look pretty in the pictures
Sep. 18th, 2005 10:13 am (UTC)
Thank you :)

I hope to see you soon because I've got you a present and because Z said that I was allowed to have parties in his flat :)
Sep. 19th, 2005 10:41 pm (UTC)
I love presents! and parties!
Sep. 16th, 2005 04:54 pm (UTC)
welcome back. they are lovely pictures. www.flickr.com is good for storing/sharing photos.
Sep. 18th, 2005 10:13 am (UTC)
Thank you :) And thanks for the tip - I;ll look into it.
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Sep. 18th, 2005 10:14 am (UTC)
Thank you :)

How are you Cute One?
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Sep. 18th, 2005 10:14 am (UTC)
Sep. 16th, 2005 07:33 pm (UTC)
Pardon me for saying but...
I've always thought you were cute and pretty but your are absolutly gorgeous in these pictures.
Sep. 18th, 2005 10:15 am (UTC)
It's quite all right
Thankee :D


I'm still dreadfully behind on my friends list, but look forward to catching up with the goings on in your life that I've missed. :)
Sep. 17th, 2005 12:19 pm (UTC)
Sweet photos; I especially liked the one that looks almost like a painting, surrealistically cool...where there should a secret EVIL LAIR. (the one entitled 'A sunset somewhere on the French coast')You should tell me where it is and I'll go and CLAIM it. claim the land. What are they gonna do? Send the FRENCH ARMY after me?? Don't make me laugh.

and it was nice seeing you. Has Z thought better of his 'Mystic Z' yet or not? :) and I hope you're not too busy to type ;D hahahahaha....

Sep. 18th, 2005 10:19 am (UTC)
Re: bare/faced/cheek
where there should a secret EVIL LAIR.

You should tell me where it is and I'll go and CLAIM it.

You totally should claim it, and we can build Astropolis there.
I don't know the exact co-ordinates of the coast in the sunset picture, but it's a little way past St Raphael.

And Z I think is still thoroughly up for the idea of being mystic. Now that he has vanished for two weeks and stopped distracting me I shall get my buttocks glued to a chair and do lots of hard astro work and photoshop that picture to give him a turban.

How are you my Darling?
[btw, I'm making Z tape Season 5 of Lexx for me - it's playing again on Channel 5]
Sep. 18th, 2005 01:05 am (UTC)
Wow, you are GORGEOUS. These pictures brought back so many memories - I was there in '99 and loved it. I actually have that exact same shot from the stairs from hell in Nice. :)

I'll second the vote for www.flickr.com, btw.
Sep. 18th, 2005 10:21 am (UTC)
I actually have that exact same shot from the stairs from hell in Nice. :)

On the way up, I put my dainty little foot down and insisted that we take the lift.

Were you in Nice only or did you get a chance to see more of the country/the coast?
Sep. 19th, 2005 08:40 am (UTC)
Welcome back, sweetheart. Please could you get back to me regarding my email about October 1st?
Sep. 19th, 2005 10:24 pm (UTC)
Welcome back. :oD I've missed you lots. *squishy hug*
And such lovely pictures. ^________^
Sep. 20th, 2005 07:43 am (UTC)
I saw this post while I was at work and thought 'I'll have to come back and read that properly'. I'm so pleased you had a good time on holiday. you both look really happy and *gorgeous* in the pictures.

Hope the flat/cat-sitting is going ok. x
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