With just over 1500kms on her, Barbie has been a delightful addition to our travels. Why Barbie you ask? Well, with Ken as our GPS, we thought it fitting (well, I did anyway) that we give the Peugot a nickname. Before we go on, we suggest that you go and get yourself a fresh cup of coffee, because we’ve been around, and it’s been a while…and boy, do we get around!
After bidding Jean-luc and Irene au revoir, we headed to the much talked about Le Mont St Michel. It’s a former Benedictine Abbey that sits on a rocky outcrop of granite, isolated in the middle of the ocean. It’s role has changed over the years from abbey to prison and there were even a couple of fires, but even through all this it has escaped any real damage from wars or natural diasters since it was built in the 10th century. Today it’s a museum/gallery surrounded by a quaint village of shops and one of the most visited attractions in NW France. Some pics.

People have died in the quicksand, become lost in the fog or drowned in fast approaching tides at LMSM
After a few good hours exploring, we clambered into Barbie and headed south towards a city called Nantes. Our accommodation was actually a villa with full clean kitchen so I had the pleasure of cooking the JB his first home cooked meal for a while. Only pasta, but he ravaged it. Fed, rested and full of energy we set off the next day without any idea of where we would spend that night, other than in the general direction of La Rochelle – known as the white city for the beautiful limestone facades that decorate each street. We ended up at a lovely Chateau, well next to it anyway…
…it’s obviously having some work done. We had hoped to stay a few nights longer although we timed our visit to coincide with a marathon, which ensured that all accommodation in town and surrounding was booked out! So we spent our one day in La Rochelle wandering about the marina (one of the largest in France) and checking out St Nicholas and the Chaine Towers, as well as a medieval lighthouse.
So unable to find a bed available anywhere, and not yet willing to sleep in Barbie, we followed the West coast down to another little seaside locale, Royan. BUT, on the way, the JB and Ken had colluded and decided to detour 3km over water, by car to visit some apparent Chateau. Boy did I ‘chateau’ myself going over the bridge, although the white finger tips were worth the result – a lovely little French Isle called Ile d’Oleron. It was one of those unexpected little finds; a fort that has oodles of history and has been left in a pile of ruins.
The next morning we set off once again seeking more adventures, this time in pretty Royan. We drove to La Grande Cote and wandered the beach where we found some relics lying on the beach. They’re definitely man made, but we couldn’t find any information on them anywhere.
From here headed to the Grottes, Regulus and Matata, which are naturally occuring caves carved into limestone cliffs. They now cater to the tourist market, used as restaurants, holiday houses and hotels etc.
From Royan we drove east to a small town with quite a bit of Gallo-Roman history, called Saintes. We visited some the ruins – a 2000yo amphitheatre, the Germanicus Arch and an 11th Century, St Pierre.
Last night we arrived in Perigeaux, further east into France and part of the Dordogne region. Today with blue skies again upon us, we’ve been out and about town checking out more Gallo-Roman ruins as well as taking a scenic drive to picnic by the Dordogne Valley, overlooking the Dordogne River which the JB hopes to kayak in the next days.
It’s our last night in Perigeaux, which has been thoroughly enjoyable. Tomorrow we move on to a little house that we have rented in the French countryside; near Frayssinet. We are a little more remote there, so not sure when we’ll next blog, but until then keep doing as the Romans do, whatever that is…
































December 3, 2008 at 7:59 am |
I like the place where the monks go. I have often thought of myself as a bit of a monk- you know bald headed, quiet type! It reminded me of my monk friends in Cambodia. I might have to take La Rachelle to La Rochelle to drink La wine and see that La Gladiator fella. I think you guys should fire up and ride a couple of those hills in Le Tour De France instead of driving ‘Barbie’ and then you can eat as much French Fondue and drink as much French wine as you like.
December 3, 2008 at 8:43 am |
NEEDLESS TO SAY – I AM SOOOOO JEALOUS!!!!!!!!! (glad the beards gone although there will be no where to hide the previous meals leftovers – gross),
I got nothin to say ‘cept it had been a while since I said “hi” so, here goes – hi.
DONT FORGET US POOR SOULS WHO HAVE TO WORK FOR A LIVING!!!! (LMAO), dont you know there’s a recession on – I personally refuse to participate in this recession, It’s not on my “to do list”, due to lack of interest in the global economy I have things to do that are important – drink, smoke, make fun of people who are stupider than me – not alot of options there in the human race! but I keep looking for ‘em in the meantime I’ll keep laughing at animals. I know I know – I’m a dag.
You should see all the new spreadsheets!!!! You sure as hell better come back here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 6, 2008 at 3:04 pm |
Hello Julio,
I just thought I’d say hello………….. and let you know that its been a while since …..and I should’ve told you this before left, but …..I can’t remember what I was going to let you know….it might have been important too.
Not to worry, theres always next week and the bellbirds are singing again since the rain washed the rubbish down the gutters and into the creek.
Do you know we never even had gutters out here at warranwood when we first moved out here at warranwood…. did I ever tell you that story??
And do you know why they won’t let us burn the leaves in the gutters anymore?? Lifes so unfair sometimes….
Wal
December 6, 2008 at 9:54 pm |
Did I ever tell you about the pyramids of La Grande Cote, or The Big Coats as me and my professor mates call them???
They still haven’t been discovered, but they were supposed to be near the beach and truth be told, I’m the only one who knows where they really are…from my CIA days..
Nostradamus once said that one day a few boulders would wash up in a big storm and whoever discovered them would be famous one day.
December 12, 2008 at 2:43 am |
Wal – thanks for your comment. You take me back to the good old days when men were men, boys were boys and a dog was a dog. Ahhh, the things we did, the innocence, the unknowing and pure ignorance. Thanks Wal, thanks for taking me back. Gotta go and tie up the vines now and water the tomatoes. Julien.
December 12, 2008 at 2:43 am |
LG – Have you come up with a spreadsheet for all the spreadsheets yet?
December 14, 2008 at 4:20 am |
Tiger – I hope you´re still a dedicated monk abiding by the vows of chastity, silence and poverty…