Escape from Alcatraz

The next morning, our term served, we anticipated freedom. However, our term was extended by one hour when one of our French inmates attempted to negotiate the meaning of “minimum”. We just signed the required paperwork and fled.

The roads were spectacular and windy again. Again I needed reminding about how to drive.
We spent a few hours revisiting the old walled village of St Paul Du Vence.

We stumbled upon a Hovel (er Hotel) overlooking Grasse, which is famous for its perfume. Apparently nowadays this is primarily produced from internal combustion engines. We had a refreshing dip in the piscine.

Dinner was exactly what we had now come to expect, at least this time we had a choice about our own fates. The chef was eventually persuaded to use his crème broulet heat gun on the meat. Oddly, this had never occurred to him before. I hope it catches on.

We stayed an extra night to do the laundry and recouperate from the challenges of the past few days.