Sidebar: For four years I harassed Gregory to take me to Nice... please, please, I beg, and always the answer was no (with a Gallic huff and puff naturally). Gregory had this thing about Nice, he didn't like it. And the fact that he had never actually been to Nice didn't seem to matter. Well this summer, Gregory and Mrs. London brought some South Africans that were visiting Toulon down to Nice for the day, and afterwards Gregory phoned me and apologised because he loved Nice and thought it was simply the bee's knees. Well too little too late Gregory! (Needless to say, he's in the dog house for this one.)
On the Sunday after I arrived in France for my visit, Mrs. London and I decided to take advantage of the fact that the boys were busy, and go to one of the places on my list. We actually chose Bandol and were heading in that direction, but somehow along the way, we found ourselves taking the exit for Sanary-sur-Mer instead (it was closer and we were hungry).
Let me tell you something, there is nothing so lovely as soaking up the soft sun rays of a perfect summer day while looking out over the Mediterranean Sea (or any sea really) and sipping a chilled glass of Rosé. It truly is a delightful way to spend an afternoon, and in Sanary-sur-Mer, that is exactly what Mrs. London and I did. And without Gregory and Mr. London to get in our way with their Bumder shenanigans, it was all the more delightful.
Not too shabby, is it? If I had ruby, red slippers, I'd be clicking my heels right this very second.