a last minute dash to the côte d'azur

{Toulon & the Mediterranean}

I'm blogging about my last minute dash to the Côte d'Azur from the Côte d'Azur, but I'm not talking about this one, I'm talking about a trip a couple of weeks ago. And then maybe I'll tell you about this one, a couple of weeks from now (I seem to be running about two-three weeks behind at life at the moment...**just keep swimming**). 

April in The LPV was a wet and miserable one so when The London's phoned on a Saturday morning and asked if we wanted to head south for some sunnier weather, it was hard to say no.

Bombing down the A51, we were trying to outrun the rain. The further south we got, the less rain clouds there were, and as we arrived, there wasn't a single drop left in the sky.... perfect for our Sunday barbecue plans, but first The Husband got to hangout with Mrs. London and I and see how we like to spend a Saturday evening when it's just us girls (Mr. London was working late in Grenoble and wouldn't arrive home until the wee hours).

That means a bucket of KFC and some Rosé (we're very classy) while we dish about EastEnders and the Real Housewives and try to find the weirdest thing to watch on television (this particular Saturday night included a bizarre docu-show called 'Monsters Inside Me' and Rocky IV). It's how we roll.

The next day The Husband got to shake off the girliness of the night before by cooking meat on a fire while Mrs. London and I continued doing what we do best...

(That bottle of Rosé there is from Cassis and oh my heavens it's delightful.) 

Fifty enjoyed his dash down south as well. He likes cruising around town with Mr. London. Look at him up there, thinking he's too cool for school. But most of the time, he's with his cousin Napoleon (Fifty + Napoleon, The Husband + Mr. London, Mrs. London + me... everybody's happy).

{tuckered out}

Do you see that white furball sleeping next to Fifty? That's Napoleon (aka Naps, aka NaPoPo). Napoleon loves his cousin Fifty, but not as much as he loves to bully him. Notice how Fifty is sleeping on a bed that's too small for him... well that's because Naps had stolen his (he does that a lot) and because it was 10PM (Fifty's bedtime) Fifty was left with no choice but to curl up on Napoleon's bed to go to sleep. But then Naps, irritated that Fifty was no longer paying attention to him, picked up Fifty's bed with his mouth and thrashed it about a bit, only to discover that Fifty still wasn't paying him any mind. Eventually he gave up and did the most adorable thing I've ever seen... he got the bed in his mouth again, and dragged it back across the floor, dropped it next to Fifty, cuddled down and went to sleep next to his buddy... AWWWW...

Bisou!