http://www.emoz.es/language/en/

In the Origami Museum in Zaragoza.

And then, in the basement Tweemuizen

 

Video chat between Zaragoza and London.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zaragoza

Amazing being greeted by these towers as you drive into the city.

A wine „cathedral“ by a Gaudi pupil in Falset.

You have to love their advertising for wine.

Now, can we fit a barrel in the back of the camper?

No, not a petrol pump, a little wine to taste in Celler Masroig.

The quick wine tasting.

The in-depth wine tasting.

Bye bye Mediterranean.

What are they looking at here in Tarragona?

A bronze Castell

Parking for the night in Falset, behind the sports centre.

Breakfast by the beach.

A happy girl and her dad.

Returning to the campers.

Bye bye beach.

A visitor this morning.

Kim tries to halt the waves, just like King Canute.

The waves won and Kim had to run for it – just like Canute.

Waves don‘t bother Gerhild.

Kim builds up his strength for the return trip along the beach.

Guaranteed to fly.

No, not THAT Miami.

Beach heffalump.

Paddling in the Med on the 4th November.

The stone family comes to life.

Grandpa is dragged along for a walk.

He took it in good humour.

Now parked side by side with the Reservation Natural Llaberia so clear in the distance.

Windy today.

Beautiful walk along the beach to the Ginger Café On Miami Beach for a delicious afternoon lunch.

Framed!

The sun‘s setting – time to head for home.

Good camp site https://www.camping-miramar.es

Two old dogs and two not so old dogs.

Delicious meal in Cana Metller

Starship Sagrada Familia is ready for launch. http://www.portalgaudi.cat

Oh dear, he had to wait a bit too long for his feed.

It is kind of busy in downtown Barcelona. https://parkguell.barcelona

And it‘s not so busy up here in the mountains. https://www.parcnaturalcollserola.cat

Palace in the hills.

https://www.lorgeril.wine/chateau-pennautier-grand-vignoble/#

The château.

Stone still life with two friends.

3 Cathar castles at Lastours. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Châteaux_de_Lastours

Mr. and Mrs. Flexible.

http://www.caunes-minervois.org/index.php/le-village/le-marbre-de-caunes

Beautiful decoration for the village car park.

This red marble polishes up nicely.

The Pyrenees.

Likeable lion.

Evening walk up the hill behind the village.

The Pyrenees in the distance

Cat on a hot terracotta roof.

A walk Starting from the municipal camp site in Lagrasse.

Roc de la Cagaliere – our picnic spot.

A stick is handy.

A hat is good too.

Look at that sky…

These viaducks get everywhere.

What can we find at the antiques market?

A remote-controlled cyclist?

Nice door.

Part of Philippa‘s street art tour.

Kim making his mark on the town.

Nice meal at Rosemarie in Place Saint Roche.

The famous Viaduck de Millau

The river Doubrie

The valley‘s slowly turning into a gorge.

Already gorgeous.

Walk back along the sunny side.

Leafilly lounging around after our visit to the patisserie.

We went for a walk around Millau today.

The Millau fire brigade practice rescuing drivers from the river Tarn.

Great light today.

68 today.

Where the Dourbie joins the Tarn.

Champagne to round off a super day. No champagne flutes so we use what we‘ve got.

Millau Pronounced miaow – like a cat

Gorge de la Dourbie from way up on the very windy side of the valley.

How to ring the doorbell in Millau.

Our camp site in Millau. Camping des 2 rivières

Yarn bombing in front of the town hall.

The old part of St. Remy.

Nice square but definitely dodgy dolphins.

Blue shutters.

Pudding. Delicious!

By the light of the silvery moon, we sat and chatted the evening away.

Son et lumière inside a mountain in les Baux-de-Provence.

Cezanne

Kandinsky‘s candy for our eyes.

Fabulous pictures in never-ending motion.

Yay, David Bowie.

https://www.carrieres-lumieres.com/

Ready for action?

Not quite yet?

Here comes the pass.

How to play football if you haven‘t learned to walk yet.

Table football in the library.

Hat for a hot sun.

The ice cream shop.

Gerhild, her small pal and the orange robot.

To Camping Mon Plaisir

Keeping warm on a cool evening – cuddle someone!

Andy Warhol watch out! Kim‘s version of a picture in a nice Hyères café.

Have we been here that long? Maybe it’s time to move on.

Sunset by the seaside.

Kim is just a shadow of himself.

Today we took the bus into Hyères. Kim promptly sat on a wet seat in his shorts. Swimmers!

First stop was a charity shop. No clothes but some nice vintage sunglasses.

Mid-October in the old part of Hyères. Fressly pressed fruit juice listening to Joan Baez on a vintage “vinyl” record from the owner’s vast collection, all original he proudly told us.

A vintage view over Hyères from high up in the very attractive old town.

Knock on this vintage door if you dare.

This is just the street for Kim.

Halloumi, halloumi, halloumi.

Red sky at night, Kim and Gerhild’s delight.

An afternoon stroll along the sentier littoral.

Fantastic tree.

Gerhild and the cork tree. Never seen a cork tree before.

Kim washing up in the communal washing area.

Gerhild was just reading in the sunshine and toasting her toes.

And then along came a little hornet and, cheeky thing, it stung her in her foot!

Today we moved a few km further south to Camping la tour fondue

Our camp site is just behind Gerhild.

Look at the coastline.

This rich person‘s place is right next to the camp site.

Our first taste of banana beer courtesy of Julia. It is apparently an East African speciality.

Today we washed the bed linen and lounged around a bit. An afternoon walk was a bit too up and down over uneven ground so we ended up in some quite wealthy streets with luxury homes high up on the peninsula having expensive views out over the blue, blue sea.

Look at that sky!

The intrepid explorer.

More info.

The camp site we chose didn’t exist, so we found a quiet place to camp beside the road in the middle of nowhere with some nice clouds in the morning.

Walk on the beach of Presqu’île de Giens after the long drive.

Linda and Peter’s little house with a huge view.

Gerhild, Peter & Toby in front of the communal washing facilities.

Early morning view from Sillignieu, phew.

Linda harvesting grapes.

We followed the Route Napoléon through the mountains. The poor camper-van did struggle a bit up the steeper bits and the rain spoiled the view until evening came and we stopped for the day.

It was a bit windy today so we decided to stay another day and do the washing instead of heading south. The wind was great for drying the washing, even if you do have to keep an eye out for falling branches.  Tomorrow is another day and having a day to clean the camper and repair a few things is quite handy.

Buses are free in Nancy at the weekend! Berlin could take a slice of that.

Now who does this remind you of? Correct, our young Swedish eco hero, Gretha. Off into the battle to save the planet on just one horsepower. It makes a change from long forgotten generals. Joan of Arc is supposed to have been born somewhere around here in Lorraine, but no one really knows. (More)

I have no idea who this brave hero is but he has quite a few friends prancing around the streets of Nancy.