Saturday, March 19, 2016
Monday, March 14, 2016
In the London Telegraph this morning - '30 Places in Europe you must see before you die - The VAR"
This was the lead place to visit - the Var. For the 'right' traveler, this is one of the most magical spots in France and I spent a week here last year and it is truly magical, again, for the 'right' client. That client must crave quiet, total relaxation, satisfied with just sleeping in late, taking a cafe table in a small village and watch the daily French life unfold, wanting to eat well ( please no- I can only eat gluten-free products here)
YES! This is what Provence looked like 70 years ago.
For the right person, its truly special, and for the wrong ( a type 'A' personalty for sure) 'person' they will be bored out of their mind and under-whelmed.
Here is what the Telegraph wrote:
'Var, Provence, France From the aquamarine waters of the Gorges du Verdon, to the "soul-stirring" sight of lavender fields, the Var is the most beautiful part of Provence - and there's some serious competition for that title. Clusters of stone houses form tiny villages hidden between the weft and warp of winding roads in the Haut-Var, where you can expect good food, better scenery, fewer crowds and a taste of the real Provençal life that brought Peter Mayle (author of A Year in Provence) here in the first place.'
YES! This is what Provence looked like 70 years ago.
For the right person, its truly special, and for the wrong ( a type 'A' personalty for sure) 'person' they will be bored out of their mind and under-whelmed.
Here is what the Telegraph wrote:
'Var, Provence, France From the aquamarine waters of the Gorges du Verdon, to the "soul-stirring" sight of lavender fields, the Var is the most beautiful part of Provence - and there's some serious competition for that title. Clusters of stone houses form tiny villages hidden between the weft and warp of winding roads in the Haut-Var, where you can expect good food, better scenery, fewer crowds and a taste of the real Provençal life that brought Peter Mayle (author of A Year in Provence) here in the first place.'
