We were staying in the Ibis Milano Ca Granda, a 15 minute tram ride from the Stazione di Milano Centrale depending on the traffic. The hotel was ok but a bit quirky in an Italian manner, for instance Pauline asked if she could borrow an iron, as she wanted to iron some clothes to wear to her conference. The receptionist replied that they did not have an iron, as the hotel was not finished yet! We  thought this was a bit odd. Luckily the adjoining hotel was owned by the same group of companies and we managed to borrow an iron from them.

While Pauline was at her conference, I concentrated on fixing my neck, and just pottered round our local area. One day, I was at a local laundromat doing our washing. The owner took it upon himself to teach me italian while I was waiting, starting with the alphabet and how to pronounce the vowels and syllables, then progressing to numbers and words. Eventually an english speaking lady came in, and she explained to me that the owner would talk the hind leg off a donkey, and my best strategy was to pretend not to understand a word of italian and ignore him. However I thought he was quite nice and enjoyed the lesson.

At night we would catch the tram or bus into the Stazione Centrale, and explore a little. We found various restaurants to try, including an excellent chinese buffet restaurant about 5 minutes walk from the station. On the last day in Milan Pauline’s conference was over so we had time to explore a bit more. The Piazza Duomo is spectacular, there was some sort of fashion event happening there at nights so they had a stage with bands doing sound checks, and a giant screen. The Duomo itself is the fourth largest church in the world. It took five centuries to complete, starting in 1386. It certainly is a most impressive structure.  On the north side of the square is the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, a beautiful covered double arcade full of elegant shops, named after the first king of united Italy.  Not far from the Piazza we discovered my favourite part of Milan which was the Ferrari shop! Here, you could buy a complete used Formula 1 Ferrari engine for your coffee table, for a mere €48000. Also, various items of clothing, ferrari sunglasses, luggage, models, and other engine parts. It was a fantastic place.

The city is rather busy, the traffic is appalling, and it was time to head to Pontedera. Here’s some photos.

After leaving the hospital, suitably braced for the trip so to speak, we took the Citroën up the east coast of Spain to a little seaside resort town in France called Sète. In Sète we found a comfortable hotel near the beach, and wandered to a nearby restaurant for dinner. I ordered Moules et Frites, and Pauline ordered Carpaccio. This was unfortunate for her, as Carpaccio turned out to be  huge plate of thin slices of raw marinated beef. Luckily the waitress was very nice about it, and gave her another choice. When we came to pay the bill, she did not charge us for the Carpaccio, saying she had eaten it herself instead! So we gave her a big tip. It was quite nice to be back in France, it is an odd feeling being in a country where you really can’t understand the language. We could manage to read a bit of spanish but it wasn’t easy to understand the spoken language.

The next day was a fairly big drive,  about 7 hours, driving past Marseille, Cannes and Monaco. Around Monaco we were driving down a mountain pass for a while, it was spectacular, with great views of the coast, and the mountains, and the rich people in their fancy cars off to do a bit of gambling no doubt. Inexplicably, once across the border into Italy, the drivers all became far more flamboyant, and drove much faster. I had to concentrate reasonably hard and pay attention to people coming up behind us at a rate of knots. We arrived in Milan about 7:30 at night, and the driving in the city was also fairly exciting. I can’t say I enjoyed it too much at that point of the day. But we got there in time for Pauline’s conference, we found the hotel, checked in and I could put my feet up with a certain amount of relief. Of course, for Pauline, the work was about to begin.

First of all, I apologise for the tardiness of this blog. When we got to Barcelona, I was starting to get considerable pain from my left shoulder, which I thought I must have hurt in Bordeaux by sleeping on it, as it is the one that I had an operation on when a young feller to stop it dislocating. I figured it would get better over time but each day it was getting worse. So we tried a sling. The sling did not help however so on the last day in Barcelona

instead of heading off to Milan, we went to a private hospital and got it checked out. The A and E was immaculate, we only had to wait a bit over an hour, the doctors were very nice and kept apologising for their english, but as we pointed out it was far better than our spanish! Anyway they x-rayed me and said everything was fine but I’d hurt my neck and gave me a whole lot of pills to take (muscle relaxants, anti inflammatories, pain killers,) plus a neck brace to wear. The thing is, although these all helped a great deal, it was impossible for me to sit for very long at the computer. In Milan, I spent the first day or so lying on my back in the hotel room. This was a shame, as after Milan the internet access we had was either tremendously expensive or limited access, or not working. So, sorry about that! Thankfully, it’s pretty much all fixed now.

In Barcelona, we lived in a suburb called Puxtet. There was a subway about 15 minutes walk away, from where it was a couple of stops to Plaça Catalunya, pretty much the city’s historical centre. From there, we caught a double decker sight seeing bus which you could get on and off at will. This is an excellent way to see a new city, and learn a bit about it. First though we wandered down the shopping street, La Rambla, admiring the different birds and animals for sale in the centre division.

In the city, I particularly liked the Barri Gòtic (Gothic Quarter)

The outstanding architecture in this quarter, much of it from medieval times, is complimented by that of the modernisme movement, exemplified by the buildings of Antoni Gaudi (25 June 1852–10 June 1926.) I’ve admired Spanish architecture since we went to Cuba, and I certainly was not disappointed with what we saw in this city. Here’s a few more pictures:

The following day we walked to Park Güell which was about 20 minutes walk from Puxtet. I’ve inserted links to the wikipedia articles, but briefly, Park Güell is a garden complex designed by Gaudi and built in the years 1900 – 1914.

Gaudi’s final work, which is still ongoing, was a church, the Sagrada Família. It has been under construction since 1882 and is not expected to be completed until at least 2026. It is a quite astonishing, not to say mad looking, structure. Here’s a couple of photos, it was rather difficult to photograph.

We were very much taken with Spain, and I’d like to go back some day. Amazing country. The people are very upbeat, kind of chirpy. The food was great, although I still haven’t had a paella there. And the hospital service was beyond reproach!

We noticed immediately that the Spanish countryside was quite different to France, a lot dustier and the architecture was very Spanish, we passed houses that reminded me of early westerns actually, there was even one called “The Ponderosa” as in Bonanza if anybody still remembers that great TV program. It was fascinating driving through this alien landscape, very odd rock formations, lots of vast dusty plains. We stopped for lunch at a truck stop, had the usual bread and cheese and ham etc, then on to Barcelona. Pauline was working on her laptop, so she made good use of the five and a half odd hours it took us to get there.  The driving was pretty easy really as we were on a two lane highway with a 120 kmh speed limit and not a lot of traffic.  The biggest pain was having to stop every now and then to pay tolls. The cost of driving in Europe can be horrific. We would have spent about 25 euros on diesel getting to Barcelona I guess, and about 40 euros in tolls! Anyway, once we were approaching Barcelona, the traffic increased and in the city the driving was unbelievable. As Pauline said referring to the GPS display, ‘it looks like spaghetti.” There were motorways going everywhere, often we would drive into a tunnel going under other motorways, and of course we would lose the GPS signal when that happened, so we had to be on our toes when we emerged, as we were constantly exiting one motorway and joining another. Finally we left the motorway system and plunged into the city streets. There were cars everywhere, it was about 5pm and the Spanish make the French driving style look rather sedate! As we approached our hotel which was in an urban area near the hills, the roads became extremely narrow and often one way only, sometimes very steep. Still scooters were zooming past cutting in and out of the traffic, cars were tooting etc etc. I was very pleased when we finally found the hotel. However, when Pauline went to book us in and find out about parking, they had never heard of us. So it took her about 30 minutes of discussion until they found the relevant paperwork and we could put the car to bed and find our room. The room was on the 5th floor and had a balcony with an excellent view of the city, so that was a saving grace. Otherwise, I’d have to say it wasn’t the most organised hotel. We had a bit of a rest, then a walk to a local park, then had tapas for dinner at the hotel and a well earned drink!

Here’s a few photos – more on Barcelona next post – we loved it!

Well we’ve done it slightly hard, really, as in Bordeaux Pauline and I were both felled by a really bad cold, and we ended up staying there an extra day as we were not up to doing much. And for some reason I injured my neck the first night, possibly as I was sleeping in odd positions to try and breathe with my blocked nose. This was to have far reaching consequences. Bordeaux seems really nice, and of course there’s lots of wine tasting to be done in the area. Not for us this time! We settled for an open air bus tour, and one day we caught the tram into town and took a walk by the river. The weather was warm, and the children were out in force on this unusual fountain arrangement which sprays enough water to have a couple of inches in which the children run and slide and splash and generally keep cool. In the background is one of the doors to the inner city, with a famous statue of some sort. We mostly concentrated on getting better so not many pictures I’m afraid.

Then it was time to head for Spain, which I was really looking forward to, never having been there.  we decided to head for San Sebastian, a coastal town only a couple of hours from the French border, in Basque country on the southern coast of the Bay of Biscay. The drive was easy on the French side, a bit more challenging on the Spanish side as we were skirting round the feet of the Pyrenees, and the road was fairly twisty. We had found an excellent 4 star hotel on hotelclub for less than half price, and we were very pleased to get there. The hotel room had a nice big comfortable bed, and a balcony with a table we could eat our breakfast at, the staff were extremely nice and spoke good english. The next day, we took the bus into town. The header at the top of the blog currenly shows what the bay looks like, also here’s a couple of photographs.

You can see that it’s pretty nice. The old part of town has lots of nice ancient cathedrals and there’s a big statue of Jesus up on the hill which looks quite spectacular at night. I was more interested in the food by this stage as I had my appetite back! So we pottered about the town and had a meal, then the next day went back for more. It started to rain and I had my jandals on, the paving stones were slippery, like black ice, the next thing I knew I was on the ground and had shaken up my neck again.

However I felt alright and we had another very good dinner of some sort of fish. The waiter was Columbian but he spoke good english, and helped us with the menu. All in all, it was a very good introduction to Spain. Next day (and my next post) we were off to Barcelona. Here’s the route we took, as you can see it’s from one coast to the other right across the middle.

Wow, this is me, doing a blog like a really modern person!

This posting is mainly for Jared, to show him the canal and the lock system in France. In the old days they used to move lots of cargo around by barges (big flat boats) pulled by horses.  They made canals for the boats to go on, and they built locks to help the boats go up and down the hills. I went for a bike ride along the canal, and took photos of a boat going through a lock, to show you how it works.  Now the canals are used mostly by people on holiday who own or hire boats, and the paths beside the canals are used for walking and cycling. The locks are really cool, and lots of people watch whenever a boat goes through one, and if you’re really lucky the lock-keeper will let you help (especially boys around 8 years old!) I helped the lock-keeper close this one after I took the pictures.

Sometimes the lock-keeper lives in the house, sometimes they just stay there during the day to let the boats through.

This is where the boat will enter if it comes from up-hill

This is where the boat will sit when it is going up or down.

This is where the boat will come out if it is going down-hill.

This boat is coming from up-hill, and it needs to get down the hill.

and then she runs around to the other side to open the other top gate.

The boat owner has to help her because there aren’t any 8 year old boys around.

So the boat is now in the lock, and is at the level of the water up-hill. They need to let it down to the level of the water down-hill!

So now it’s time to open the bottom gates to let it out.

because there are no eight year olds around to help.

Hope you get to come to France and help with a lock sometime J

xxx

Pauline

We got up early in Josselin and caught the bus to Rennes, grabbed some lunch at the train station and picked up our hire car, which is a Citroen C3 diesel like this one except ours is green.  I was very pleased to get a diesel car

as the price of diesel in Europe is about 1 euro per litre whereas petrol is 1.40 or $2.90 nzd per litre! Also a diesel car is more economical to run, being more efficient. While it occasionally sounds like a tractor, most of the time you would not know it was a diesel as it is quite responsive and zooms along the autoroute at 130 very happily. (Thats the legal speed limit by the way.)

We headed towards the Loire Valley on the autoroute, arriving at our Chambre D’hote Les Perce Neige (the snow drops) late afternoon, in the little town of Vernou sur brenne, quite close to Tours. A Chambre D’hote is a B&B. This one was quite charming, with wicker furniture and also a wicker floor covering, and a large private back yard with sun chairs and tables. So we had a drink and read our books in the sun, then drove to nearby Vouvray for an excellent dinner. Next day, after a good breakfast and being entertained by the cat drinking from a vase of flowers in the kitchen, which it apparently does every day, we were off to the Château de Chenonceau about 26 kms away. The castle was built between 1515 and 1521 and was owned by Henry II’s mistress Diane de Poitiers and subsequently Henry’s widow Catherine de’ Medici. Here are some photographs. The castle is currently under restoration so there was some scaffolding about. There were also some amazing vegetable gardens so we took picutes of that also. More of the trip down in my next post.

We are currently in San Sebastian, Spain. The header of this blog is now a panorama of the bay, as you can see it’s rather pretty. We are staying here a couple of days, I will post some more tomorrow. Adios amigos!

Yesterday was the 1201st anniversary of the Pardon in Josselin, and as you can see the weather was fantastic. Although it must have been tough for some of the quite elderly people carrying banners and all dressed up in the heat. There was a procession aux flambeaux the night before, very impressive, followed by a mass at the basillica. Then today we had hymns piped to us over the village sound system, followed by a procession from the basillica down our street and up the hill to a large square where there was an outdoor mass which lasted several hours (also piped to us,) and then they all marched back down the hill to the river and along by the castle. There were representatives from many neighboring villages carrying their banners. The whole festival is all about Mary and there was lots of singing of “magnificat” and other Notre Dame related hymns. More pictures:

All in all, a very big deal for the village and very interesting for us to see! More pictures later, we are off tomorrow for our big trip to Milan.