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      <title>Le Puy en Velay</title>
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&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;What a contrast from refined French&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;elegance to Greek statues and gilt! But the
charming Martine made us very welcome. She provided a lovely meal in the
evening – the guests spoke mainly French with some concessions to our English.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;

&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Went to mass at the cathederal – hundreds of steps so we
really earned our indulgences.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;

&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Lace making is all the go in Le Puy en Velay.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;

&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Went to an exhibition of works from the Louvre of the Virgin
Mary – Titian, George de la Tour etc. Well set out and worthwhile.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;

&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Climbed to the top of Sanctuaire de Saint Joseph de Bon
Espoir – climbed to the Forteresse Polignac. Completely buggered – resolved not
to climb any more steps today.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;

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      <title>Photos: Switzerland</title>
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      <title>Photos: Cubjac Le Maine</title>
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      <title>Cubjac La Maine France.</title>
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&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Last few blogs have been lost in the ether somewhere so I
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&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Ken has enjoyed riding the bicycles kindly provided for us
at La Maine. He visits the local villages and goes for our morning pastries and
bread.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;

&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We have enjoyed strolling in the woods surrounding the
Chateau.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;

&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Maxence has been very helpful in providing advice about the
area and Catherine recommended a fabulous restaurant in Perigueux. This had one
Michelin star and was amazing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;

&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Went to St Emilion for the day – this is a town seriously
into wine! The town was Medeaeval with a cathederal and cloister that had an
interesting modern sculpture of a bull and matador in the cloister.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;

&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;I take the basket from Maison Marc to the markets – Ken laughs
but it is part of the French scene.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;

&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Visited the beautiful gardens at Les Jardins du Manior D’Eyrignac
– immaculately maintained. On the way we stopped at the Abbey&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amand de Coy [very atmospheric]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;

&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The newly opened Grotte de Tourtoirac was also well worth a
visit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;

&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span&gt;Drinks on the terrace with Catherine and Maxence
capped of a wonderful stay – we will be sorry to leave&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2011 16:51:00 GMT</pubDate>
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the swiss have a good thing going on their motorways. the charge $45 for the years use of the motorway. Good for the locals. Bad for the tourist that only use is for a few kilometres
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      <title>Bourges France 2011</title>
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After a six hour flight from Dubai we arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport and picked up the car for our journey down to Bourges. The traffic was horrendous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we arrived we couldn't find the hotel - had to ask some likely lads who used their mobile phone to locate it but we had to ring the owner - it was behind a nondescript green door with no number.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were alarmed to find the room was over fussy and dusty and to make matters worse the shower was in a little cupboard under the stairs and included a toilet you had to back into as the ceiling sloped precariously close to your head. The staircase was narrow and precipitous so we decided to leave our heavy cases in the car and just take our pyjamas and a few clothes for the next day up to the room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was rather late so we had a simple meal at a cafe of moules and frites - and so to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was a three star establishment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;June 25th&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a difference a day makes! After a good nights sleep the room even looked charming - but there was no improvement on the bathroom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A simple but adequate fresh breakfast and we set out to explore the town.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bourges is a delightful town with quaint wooden buildings beautifully restored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cathedral and churches have beautiful stained glass windows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were amazed at the artistry of the pastry cooks at the patissarie and couldn't resist purchasing two gloriously decorated cakes as well as taking many pictures to carry the memory away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Abbey at Noirlac was a delightful tranquil visit on our way down to Cubjac.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We listened to beautiful music as they prepared for a concert on the weekend and had coffee and our Bourge bought cakes in the quiet courtyard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arrived at Cubjac obout 7.00pm and were met by Catherine and Maxence. Maison Marc is even better than I remember! Tastefully decorated and with every convenience in a tranquil setting - heaven!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The donkey and one of the cats were there to greet us as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They provided some bread, wine strawberries and delicious goat cheese for our pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough of driving for a few days - we will just relax and enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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After a six hour flight from Dubai we arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport and picked up the car for our journey down to Bourges. The traffic was horrendous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we arrived we couldn't find the hotel - had to ask some likely lads who used their mobile phone to locate it but we had to ring the owner - it was behind a nondescript green door with no number.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were alarmed to find the room was over fussy and dusty and to make matters worse the shower was in a little cupboard under the stairs and included a toilet you had to back into as the ceiling sloped precariously close to your head. The staircase was narrow and precipitous so we decided to leave our heavy cases in the car and just take our pyjamas and a few clothes for the next day up to the room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was rather late so we had a simple meal at a cafe of moules and frites - and so to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was a three star establishment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;June 25th&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a difference a day makes! After a good nights sleep the room even looked charming - but there was no improvement on the bathroom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A simple but adequate fresh breakfast and we set out to explore the town.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bourges is a delightful town with quaint wooden buildings beautifully restored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cathedral and churches have beautiful stained glass windows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were amazed at the artistry of the pastry cooks at the patissarie and couldn't resist purchasing two gloriously decorated cakes as well as taking many pictures to carry the memory away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Abbey at Noirlac was a delightful tranquil visit on our way down to Cubjac.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We listened to beautiful music as they prepared for a concert on the weekend and had coffee and our Bourge bought cakes in the quiet courtyard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arrived at Cubjac obout 7.00pm and were met by Catherine and Maxence. Maison Marc is even better than I remember! Tastefully decorated and with every convenience in a tranquil setting - heaven!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The donkey and one of the cats were there to greet us as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They provided some bread, wine strawberries and delicious goat cheese for our pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough of driving for a few days - we will just relax and enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 June 22nd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a long ten and a quarter hour flight we arrived at Dubai airport and were met by the staff from Radison Blu. Wow! the hotel certainly lived up to expectations. The room - though smallish is beautifully fitted out with tasteful furnishings but the best part was the Royal Club where we had an excellent high tea - the receptionist then asked if we would like to attend the Happy Hour. This went from 6-8pm and was elegant with delicious canapes and drinks - all this is on the house. We were invited back for tea or coffee - till 11pm but after the long flight we had coffee in the room and crashed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very comfortable bed and very welcome rest! We had been on the go since 2.00am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A long day but a happy one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23rd June.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breakfast at the Royal Club was excellent with a wide variety of choices - freshly squeezwd orange juice lovely coffee and delicious Danish pastries. [this blog seems to be all about food]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to the Gold Cenre and were overwhelmed by the colour of gold. Who buys all this stuff?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visited the markets which are full of colour - bought cute little leather shoes and a pashmina. The smell of spices permiate in some areas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went shopping at a huge mall which showed the upmarket side of Dubai [I prefer the old markets]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Women in berkas are now common place to me now as are men in white with red checked headdresses - very tempted to bring one home for Ken to wear to exhibitions in Perth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well of to another happy hour before we bed down for an early start in the morning to fly to Paris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mavis and Ken&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Gallery: Tuscanny</title>
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      <title>Tuscany</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;After an enjoyable stay in Orvieto it was time to move to our next destination of Barga. On the way we broke our journey in two places. The first was the Abbey of Mount Oliveto Maggiore. This abbey is still used by the Benedictine monks, but as it was a place of meditation and worship, visitors were requested to observe silence during their visit. As we approached the abbey, there was anything but silence and as the abbey came into view we found that it was not the visitors that was causing the noise, but the monks sharing a boisterous joke or two between themselves. The abbey consisted of a large church, a cloister, painted with a series of frescoes ( all in excellent condition) and other areas such as the original library and pharmacy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Next stop was to renew out acquaintance with San Gimignano. This was going to be a brief visit, because we were already running late for our appointment at the apartment (the car GPS was making predictions of our arrival time and I was already dreaming up excuses of how bad the traffic was , the stupid GPS took the wrong turn etc) As always, it was teeming with tourists. It is a very pleasant place in the evening when the large crowds leave, but in the middle of the day it becomes quite chaotic. However, it brought back pleasant memories and after a slice of delicious pizza and an ice cream, we were on our way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Barga was not typical of the Tuscany that we are familiar with. It is perched into the side of a mountain and surrounded by other mountains. Travel is slow as you wind your way up the mountain. We rang Rosanna to let her know of our arrival and she promised that two ladies would meet us at Port Reale. Ken waited for some time and nobody approached him. Eventually he rang Rosanna again and she rang the two ladies. They had been waiting there all the time merrily chatting to each other with not a care in the world quite oblivious to him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Imagine our disappointment when we reached the apartment which they declared was a typical Italian house. It was very BASIC to say the least with a poorly equipped kitchen lacking the basics of oil, vinegar sugar etc. No welcoming basket of goodies like in the previous apartments and a fridge up some stairs in a dank laundry. The icebox was rock solid with ice. The bedrooms could only be reached by climbing a steep narrow flight of steps. The bathroom was BASIC. Things didn’t look good for spending 7 days in Barga!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;To our surprise the town opened up for us and next night a visiting group of Scottish musicians performed folk dances and Scottish music together with fiddles, bagpipes and accordions for free in the town square. We went to bed much happier.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Saturday night a mandolin orchestra played in a square – it cost us a bottle of wine at the cafe to hear fabulous musicians and singers playing typical Italian songs. After a day at the markets at Lucca and a good meal at a local restaurant things were looking decidedly better.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Oh did we mention the maniac who rang the church bell every quarter of an hour all through the night? We did enquire why the bell ringing continued at 2am (every 15 minutes) but it was explained with the usual “this is Italy”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Monday we ventured out to Collodi to visit the villa and gardens supposedly they were the equal to Versailles [obviously the writer had never been to Versailles]. We had a horrible pizza for lunch but a pleasant day none the less. Pinocchio’s writer was a native of Collodi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Tuesday – what a wonderful day at Florence though it cost us a king’s ransom to park the car. Santa Croce was impressive. Santa Maria del Carmine was unfortunately closed but we were able to glimpse the wonderful frescos by Masaccio. We did visit the Duomo and Ponte Vecchio again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Thursday we will be leaving our Italian hovel for Verona and the opera Carmen at the amphitheatre.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Verona is not really Tuscany, but we were there for only one night. This time we had reserved seats, so it meant that we did not have to arrive 3 hours in advance to get a reasonable seat. This meant we were able to have an enjoyable meal before Carmen and&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;then&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;walk over to our seats just before the performance started. Very civilised. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;As an added bonus, the seats right next to ours were in the next price category and were unoccupied. However, the ushers were making sure that cheapskates like myself were not changing seats. But when the lights went down, they had to leave the arena and of course the temptation was too great to resist. At the end of the act, a quick slide back to the correct seats and everyone (who knew) was happy.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Getting back to Carmen, it was a great spectacle. There were nearly 200 people in the cast as well as 5 horses and 3 donkeys. It was a very enjoyable night and we arrived home at 2am.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Gallery: Umbria</title>
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      <description>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Italy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Genoa and Orvieto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We followed the motorway to Genoa and spent an uneventful night in a Novatel Hotel – that is until Ken pulled a slender cord in the shower which resulted in a frantic call from reception. It was the emergency cord and they wanted to know what the problem was. The Novatel Hotel was identical to the one we stayed in Paris – you could have been anywhere in the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orvieto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taking the motorway [tolls] through loads of tunnels and regional roads through typical Italian countryside we finally wound our way to Orvieto on a convoluted road that took us past some amazing hillside towns that seemed carved out of the rocks. Patchwork quilts of olive trees, pastures and vineyards lined the road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our first glimpse of Orvieto was caught as we descended a steep incline. The town dominated the hillside in front of us and we eagerly but apprehensively contemplated what our next accommodation would be like. The GPS went berserk as usual on entering the narrow medieval streets of the town. Finally we found the street and Ken parked the car while he went to search for Sabrina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What an angel! The apartment was delightful – furnished with antiques and quirky touches that gave it an Italian individuality – but the view! The view was to die for! All windows overlooked the valley and the hills beyond – verdant green by day and at night glistening with lights from the houses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabrina recommended a restaurant or two so our first Genuine Italian meal for the trip was at La Palomba. Great food and reasonable prices. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The town is delightful – clean and easy to negotiate. The Cathedral where we went to mass today was beautifully decorated with frescos and with excellent acoustics. The organ was very ornate with a beautiful tone. Very operatic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday we travelled to Bagnioregio and Civita. Ken tackled the steep incline to the top of Civita but I chickened out halfway up the steep path and returned to the base of the ramp. I was shamed to see the number of elderly people who made the climb. We visited a delightful lakeside town called Bolsena with beautiful gardens of hydrangeas. That evening we joined two Americans Hal and Helen for a meal at La Palomba. We finished off the evening with a special bottle of wine we had bought at Chateauneuf du Pape. The bottle was old and crusty and was shaped like the vines. Sabrina had made us a delicious tart so we had that for dessert. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday we visited the underground excavations of Oriento which date back to Etruscan times. We now know the meaning of pigeonhole! Tonight we eat in for a change with a lovely bottle of wine that Sabrina gave us. It was labelled &lt;i&gt;Rippa Medici –&lt;/i&gt;the same as her apartment&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; It was just another example of her wonderful hospitality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday we journeyed to Todi in the morning which was an interesting medieval town. It is amazing to see how much restoration work has been done in Italy since our first visit some 20 years ago. In the afternoon we returned to Orvieto and walked down to St Patricks well and walked through the gardens surrounding the well. They also had one clay tennis court down there and this was to be the venue for the Orvieto Classic. Somehow, I don’t think Rodger Federa will be competing. We finished off the last evening with a meal at another of Sabrina’s favourite restaurants, Mezza Luna. We shared a Spaghetti Carbonara . Even when the plate was divided, it was still too much to eat and we had already ordered the second course of Scaloppini al Fungi. We quickly declined the offer of dessert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday we set off for Barga, but before doing so we brought some flowers for Sabrina. She had been so thoughtful towards us that we thought this was the least we could do to return her hospitality&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Cordes sur Ciel.and Albi &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;What a find! We have to keep this place secret because it was so gorgeous. Borie Grande is about 4 km from Cordes situated on a vast estate with an avenue of trees leading to the main house. Howard, an Englishman and his French partner Alain have furnished the Bed and breakfast with tasteful antiques and interesting books.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Our evening meal was prepared by Howard and was delicious. The company was excellent and the atmosphere very cordial.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We spent the next day exploring the gorges and Albi culminating in an interesting meal on the terrace at Albi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Ken enjoyed swimming in the pool even though it was on the cool side and Paco the Labrador greeted us enthusiastically every time we returned.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Our journey to Avignon was not uneventful because we went over the new bridge at Millau twice due to a faulty reading by the Gps. This left us in a hurry to meet Pam at the Avignon apartment by 12.00. We finally arrived at 1.30pm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Avignon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;What a complete contrast from the tranquillity of the country to the hurley burly of the city. Pam’s apartment is decorated with modern art works and is in the centre of Avignon. Noise and bustle are all around and it is just a short stroll to the centre of town&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We spent four hours walking in the hot sun to see the Palace of the Popes and the famous bridge of Avignon. That night there was a music festival that went on all night. It is all happening in Avignon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The weather has improved and it is getting quite hot so it is into summer gear at last. At last we can leave the windows open at night and get some fresh air. Its a pity the French haven’t heard about flyscreens. Now the windows are open, the mossies come in and swoop us all night. If we manage to get off to sleep, then the motorbikes zoom up and down the streets. Eventually we remember the aerogard , the motorbike men get tired and all is quite. It is only 1am. Is this dullsville? We are assured that tomorrow night it will be different. By law, anyone is allowed to play or make music until 3am. We can hardly wait.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The next night comes and streams of people come into the walled city. Many are carrying drums, trumpets and anything else that can make a noise. DJs are setting up wherever there is a space with amplifiers that will make a serious statement during the night and threaten to send even the mossies running for cover.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This night comes just once a year, and we are told that we are lucky enough to witness the occasion. We are just so lucky.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;After a days rest we set of to the countryside. Now that we know the layout of Avignon, it is not difficult to get in ond out of the walled city. We now understand that the GPS has a sense of humour and it gets a great kick out of finding the narrowest streets with many colours of car paint on the corner of each building.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We head for the towns of the Petit Luberon where people have built wherever it is totally inaccessible. The first town is Opede-le-Vieux. It reminds me of Cinque Terre, except they don’t have the ambulances ready to cart off the heart attack victims. When you get to the church at the very peak, you are rewarded with a spectacular view of the valley and the other villages. We head off for Menerbes, the town the Peter Mayles used as the basis for ‘a year in Provence’. At first we find it rather disappointing, but after a beer at the local Tabac, we discover very interesting gardens and buildings and agree that it was worth the journey. When we left the apartment, we were going to see five villages today. We now think four will be enough.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We set off for Bonnieux and park the car with a substantial walk up the hill to the village. It is now 2:30 and the restaurants are looking more inviting than the towns buildings. A wise choice is made and we sit down to a delicious meal and a bottle of wine. On the way home, I will ignore the GPS and take only the wide streets. The cold beer waiting in the fridge at home now has more appeal than the fourth town. I’ll read about it in the book.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;20 years ago, we spent two nights in Arles. We remember it well, because someone smashed the car window to steal some clothes. (Target clothes apparently appeal to the French) It is market day in Arles(which we also remember well and fondly) and this seems a good reason to return. Tourism seems to have really taken over since our last visit and parking is difficult to find. After squeezing down a number of narrow streets, we find a parking area. There are parking meters, but keeping with French tradition, they do not charge for the 12 to 2 lunch period. How civilised. Perhaps Fremantle should form a sister city with Arles and adopt some its customs. There are some gipsies around and so we are somewhat wary , but we see the Roman arena, the amphitheatre and the park that Van Gogh painted some scenes in.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We arrived at Le Maine after a 7 hours journey from Normandy a little weary and saddle sore. What a sight met our eyes! A long avenue of slender trees leads to a palatial house with slate roof and ivy festooned walls. Catherine met us with an umbrella as it had just started to rain.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Maison de Marc or the hen house where we are to call home for the next week was charming and so very French! Limestone walls and tasteful furnishing were a delight. The fridge contained the essentials like a can of foie Gras and delicious fragrant strawberries with a tasty loaf of bread.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We slept well and next morning with a French market basket courtesy of Catherine we set off for the market at Excideuil. There is a market at different towns nearly every day.[except Monday and Sunday] So I am in my element! Faltering French aside we buy Baguettes, goat cheese and cherries and head home for a delicious meal in the garden.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Maison de Marc is set in an estate of 63 acres with lovely forest walks through a little gate in our garden. There is a swimming pool that Ken has tried but it is too cold for me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;There are two house cats that love to be stroked and they are to be found nearby sunning themselves in the garden.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Thursday night was our 43&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; wedding anniversary and Catherine booked us a table for two at a cosy restaurant in Perigueux. The owner was charming and made us feel very welcome. For dessert the chef had written “Congratulations” and Happy Anniversary” on our plates in fruit sauce. Catherine had told him that we were celebrating! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Friday – we went to the local market at Cubjac in the morning , ate a leisurely lunch and went for a drive in the afternoon. We visited Bourdeilles. It doesn’t even feature in our tourist guide but it was a delightful town with a stone bridge and chateau. It certainly could rival Brantome for charm. We continues on to Gresignac for a nostalgic visit to the house we stayed at 20 years ago. It was well maintained but not a patch on Le Maine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Saturday- over to Sarlat for the market and to look at the towns around the Dordogne river. This is easily the largest market we have ever seen. It stretches about 500 meters down the main street as well as going into many of the side streets. I buy a leather belt for €9(a bargain) and a chook (cooked) for €12.50 (a rip off). At least we eat and my pants stay up. Further up the Dordogne river we spend time at Domme-a town perched at the top of the hills and a town we last visited some 20 years ago. It has spectacular views down the river. After a busy day it is time to go home and decide which bottle of wine will best suit the chook.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Sunday.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Time for a rest. We decide to go out for lunch and head out for the nearest village with a restaurant.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few kms down the track we arrive at Blis et Born. (Don’t look at the atlas, you won’t find it). It looks deserted, but we knock at the door of the only restaurant (and for that matter, one of about 3 buildings) town. Yes, they are open and we are invited inside and we are not alone. The first course comes out – a tureen of their special mushroom soup. We serve ourselves and after 3 helpings with baguettes, decide leave some room for the remaining courses. We managed about half the contents of the tureen. The next course is escargot for me and pate de foie gras for Mavis. Outside the window the chef is feeding some scraps to the village cats. The window is closed and we cannot call on the cats for help with our meal. We watch the main course come out for the other table. It is huge, but before we can waive the white flag, our mains arrive. At this stage our planned tea of left overs from yesterdays chook is looking safe. We still have the cheese plate and the desert to look forward. Needless to say we persevere . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Monday. We need to go to Perigueux and have the car serviced. Catherine says this is not a good idea, because the town (of some 50,000 people) is closed on Mondays and no one goes there. However, it is raining, and with nothing better to do, we set the GPS to the nearest&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Citroen dealer and set off. They are located in the industrial area and are fortunately open (after the normal 12 to 2 lunch).&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I show the service manager the service book with the required service instructions. There seems to be a slight language problem and he sends out a search party for someone on staff that speaks English. Sandra appears and introduces herself and the problems are all resolved. We are getting low on wine (again) so at stop at the nearby supermarket is in order. This should last until our next stop further south in France&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;p /&gt;</description>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Victor meets us at 5am to take us to the airport. We arrive 3 hours later in Paris to find one of the suitcases has been damaged. Reporting the damage is not a smart move as it takes over an hour to complete the report. We collect the car and set off for Honfluer . We are convinced the GPS is not working, but I think we will just have to get use the way it operates&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Honfluer is picture postcard town.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every second shop seems to be selling original paintings. However all is not lost as I soon find the local supermarket and get a supply of wine. The local restaurants surround the water front and we are soon tucking into a feed of local mussels. With our early start to the day, we feel quite sleepy and head home for an early night. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Tuesday it rains all day but we still venture out [thank God for Tasha’s raincoat] but we still get drenched. Finally we find a souvenir shop selling umbrellas so we can continue to explore this fascinating town. Treat ourselves to a wonderful meal at a great restaurant where the food is devine and the service exceptional. [And so was the wine!]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Next day the weather is great and we take lots of photographs before heading off on our journey.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Ken discovered that the flapping sound we heard after collecting the car was really our front number plate coming loose and we find ourselves san numberplate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We decide to see the D Day landing area of Omaha Beach on our way and are amazed at the number of army jeeps beetling around the area carrying visitors to the area. We meet two WW2 veterans at Pegasus Bridge and have a great yarn with them about the war. They proudly show us all their campaign medals. Both were 85 years of age and bright as buttons. They were only 19 when they landed and showed us pictures of themselves as young soldiers and the bunker they took out on that fateful day. We passed a war cemetery which was beautifully maintained. Sadly some of the graves only had the inscription “a soldier of the second world war” with no indication of his name but “known only to God”. At Omaha beach we met some more British veterans who invited us to view their 64&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; celebration on June 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; at Bayeux. They were equally well decorated for their efforts and one had helped liberate the Australian soldiers from Burma.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;La Reverie is a beautiful apartment with excellent furnishings and all the mod cons you could imagine. Cat welcomed us on our first day with a basket of goodies to get us started which included a bottle of wine, coffee, bread, milk and fruit juice. We were glad to do a full clothes wash for the first time in a week and have settled in reading from her extensive library.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We return to the Normandy beaches for June 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and the town of Bayeux is alive with WW2 jeeps, motorbikes and other ex-army vehicles. We tour the WW2 museum at Bayeux (this is one of about 20 in the Normandy area) and get talking to the Vets again. They invite us up to the memorial service to be held at the Commonwealth cemetery which we accept. Once again, we find it immaculately maintained and we join in and watch proceedings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;After the ceremony has concluded we go off to view the Bayeux tapestries. This tapestry is about 30 metres long and tells of the story of William the Conqueror. It came with an excellent audio guide and reminded me of all the history lessons I have forgotten.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thought the tapestry was looking a bit old. I think they should buy a new one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;After this we go down to the American cemetery overlooking Omaha beach. The Americans have created a large visitor centre there, with videos showing some of the action during as well as interviews recorded with the various Generals. Before we are allowed in, we have to go through security checks similar to boarding an aircraft. There are big crowds at the site with many tourist busses bringing people in for the visit. We spend some more time walking through the cemetery before heading back to our house. On the way back, the police notice I have a missing number plate. They speak English so I tell them the story. They are not too concerned, but suggest we go the garage and get a new one fitted.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I have a different coloured number plate on the front, but at least every time I park the car I won’t have someone telling me about the missing plate. The next day we go to a village market and there is a stall making number plates.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Sunday we set off for Mont St-Michel. This is a huge monastery built on a rocky outcrop just off the coast. At times, high tide covers the lower car park and there are warning signs telling of the tide movements. We climb hundreds of steps to get to the church built on the very peak and go to mass. It&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is beautifully sung by about 12 religious (priest, brothers and nuns) and although the majority of people visiting are just tourists, there are about 200 people attending the mass. After the mass we become tourists again and complete the tour of the monastery.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although there are many restaurants and hotels at the monastery, we decide to head back to the town for a much needed coffee. We use the Michelin guide to find the scenic route home and a well earned glass of wine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Friday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Traffic today in St Petersburg s seems as bad as Moscow. We head off to the Hermitage museum. Jana is very curious about Australian spiders. We tell her about the huntsman spider that walks around the house, but we just consider it to be a pet.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is horrified at the thought of a spider in the house. I tell Jana that Victor’s favourite beer in Australia (Redback) is named after a spider. Victor confirms, much to Jana’s disbelief. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;See two paintings by Leonardo da Vinci. Unlike the Louvre in Paris, we are able to stand as close as we like(just don’t touch).The building is quite amazing. Just the doors and the parquetry flooring would make the visit worthwhile. There are rooms full of paintings by Rembrandt, Rubens, Matisse, Picasso, Raphael, Gauguin etc and our guide is excellent and so well informed and keeps us thoroughly entertained for four hours. It is obvious that we have only touched the surface of what is a wonderfully rich art gallery but towards the end we are passing through rooms of Picassos with just a cursory glance which makes you realize that we must leave the rest for a return visit in the future perhaps?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;On our return Ken went to the local supermarket and is cooking up a delightful meal despite the instructions on the packets being in Russian. It all goes down well with the french wine he has bought.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;The mini Hotel the Austrian Yard is great but up four flights of steps with no lift so we will have plenty of exercise &lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Saturday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Today we went out to Pushkin and Pavlovsk.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way out, Jana wants to check up on the spelling of some new words we have taught her (no not ones you think). Yesterday, there was an angry motorist on the road. We said he was “not a happy little vegemite”. We have had to explain all about vegemite. Victor has tasted vegemite and tells Jana it is unusual and he will bring some back next time he goes to Perth.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jana also checks on the spelling of “marron”. She is trying to remember the difference between marron, crayfish and lobster. She almost understands when I tell her about yabbies and gilgies. We tell Victor to ask his son-in-law about them. He says this will be too difficult for him to remember and the only reason he can remember about squid is because it squirted him with ink.(yesterday there were squid and octopus stories, but these are too complicated to relate) The two Russians are learning more about Aust than we are learning about Russia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We arrive at Pushkin and are greeted be two musicians playing Waltzing matilda. Jana wants to know about the story behind the song. Australia is sounding very confusing to her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We arrive at Pushkin (formely known as Tsarskoe Selo – the village of the Tsar). Here there are over 600 hectares of parks as well as Catherine palace. Designed by the great Russian architect Rastrelli (he seems to have designed most of Russia) The palace was used by the German army during the war. They looted all the treasures and then set it on fire when they had to retreat. There are photos showing the degree of destruction to the palace. Any German guide would need&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to give a very diplomatic description of its history . However the restoration is amazing aand complete. The &lt;i&gt;amber room&lt;/i&gt; was the highlight as the entire room is lined with panels of carved amber. The original amber panels were looted by the Germans and have never been recovered. (hope there aren’t any Germans reading this blog) the new panels have been reconstructed from detailed drawings and has been financed by a German company &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;After Tsarskoe Selo we head off to Pavlovsk. Catherine the Great give this palace to her son Paul. Wonderful gardens as well as an impressive palace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Sunday &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Final day of touring and we head out ot Peterhof.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another magnificent palace to tour. However the highlight is undoubltly the gardens with its fountains. Some of the fountains send water&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;nearly 20 metres into the air. This is all done without the use of any pumps- water rushes down a series of pipes for a spring some 22kms away and this water feeds the many fountains in the property.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Time to say goodbye to Jana. Victor will drive us to the airport at 5am next morning. We give them a tip because they have made the experience so enjoyable. But we tell Victor he still has to turn up at 5am. He says”may be” More Russian Humour. We hope so.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p /&gt;</description>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;We have stocked up the cupboard for Emma with esentials like cans of dog food , Maggi noodles, honey, weetbix,cans of spagetti and baked beans etc and left detailed instructions for her like no parties or gatherings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our bags are packed with travel guides and an odd assortment of clothes to cope with the chill of St Petersburg and the sunshine of rural France.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We leave on Friday at 3.30.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will keep you posted on our journey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Sat &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Greetings from paris. Arrive Sat 6am after a long flight. Hotel check-in not until the afternoon, so we left rhe luggage at the hotel and headed by train to the city.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Walked along the Seine past the Louvre to the Orangery. The Orangery had macificent Monets (8 in total, but each one was 15 meters long and 2 meters high. Saw so many Renoirs that it was overload. Discovered a Rousseau copy in the Orangery. Luckily we  were able to spot the fake because we have seen the original at Leon's house.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Wonderful meal at a little cafe and the headed home to a great hotel and crashed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Sunday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Met Christian for lunch at a typical Parisian brasserie. (Christian stayed with us when he visited Aust two years ago)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The atmosphere was terrific and the waiter was quite a character. Mavis asked for a vin rouge&amp;quot; and he replied &amp;quot; madam, you french is exceptional&amp;quot;. He wrote the order on the table cloth and the relayed the order to the chef from memory. When we were ready to pay, he tallied it up on the table cloth. It was an interesting experence.&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Magnificent,Manic Moscow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The hotel Maxima Slavia is great but situated far from the historic centre of Moscow, much to the disgust of our excellent guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The food at the hotel is very good and the breakfasts are delicious. Haven’t had to try McDonalds once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Our guide took us to the Kremlin and Red Square today. We visited a beautiful church on our way there called The Holy Trinity church where we had the privilege of listening to the chanting of the mass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gold onion domes abound at the Kremlin and the architecture is magnificent. St Basil’s did not disappoint as an iconic image of Moscow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Traffic is manic in Moscow. We would hate to have to drive here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tomorrow we have a day of guided touring to the Metro etc and then catch the overnight train to St Petersburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Glad you enjoyed the presents Brooke and we hope you had a wonderful birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Travel guides continue to object to our choice of hotels.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The traffic is so congested in Moscow that it is taking nearly two hours to reach our hotel. It takes us about 1⅟₂ hours to reach the centre. Toured the Tretyakov&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gallery which contained Russian art including the largest and most valuable collections of Icons. Lunch consisted of a blini (pancake with a filling-delicious) and a beer at a small cafe in Arbat street which was a shopping mall. It was great to escape cars for a while. Moscow has over 3 million cars and this results in road chaos. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The afternoon consisted of a tour of some of the metro stations. Each station is a work of art and features crystal chandeliers, sculptures and painted ceilings. We were amazed at the length of the escalators –the ones we saw were over 100 metres long and dropped over 70 metres. However, Valentina our guide said some were over 200 metres under ground. He trains ran ever 2 minutes and they were packed with people. However in peak periods, the trains are spaced by only 45 seconds and carry 9 mission passengers per day. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We now have an overnight train ride to St Petersburg. The guide will pick us up earlier than planned in case the traffic becomes too congested. While we are waiting at the train station a man who has had a little too much to drink sits next to Mavis. He proceeds to fall asleep and uses Mavis as a pillow. We move one seat and he falls on to the vacant seat, but sleeps on. The police soon spot him and he is unceremoniously escorted out of the building.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Our two berth sleeping compartment is quite comfortable. A small breakfast is provides and the carrage attendant brings us a cup of tea and hot semolina in the morning. When we arrive at the station, our driver Victor is waiting. It turns out that Victor has a daughter living in Perth and she has just given birth to a son. We are shown the family photos. Victor has been to Perth twice. He speaks broken English and his son in law speaks broken Russian. They spend time telling each other jokes and have fun trying to understand what they are talking about. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;We spend the day with Victor and our guide Jana and have a look at the sights of St Petersburg&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We see the Church on spilled blood.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Friday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Traffic today in St Petersburg s seems as bad as Moscow. We head off to the Hermitage museum. Jana is very curious about Australian spiders. We tell her about the huntsman spider that walks around the house, but we just consider it to be a pet.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is horrified at the thought of a spider in the house. I tell Jana that Victor’s favourite beer in Australia (Redback) is named after a spider. Victor confirms, much to Jana’s disbelief. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;See two paintings by Leonardo da Vinci. Unlike the Louvre in Paris, we are able to stand as close as we like(just don’t touch).The building is quite amazing. Just the doors and the parquetry flooring would make the visit worthwhile. There are rooms full of paintings by Rembrandt, Rubens, Matisse, Picasso, Raphael, Gauguin etc and our guide is excellent and so well informed and keeps us thoroughly entertained for four hours. It is obvious that we have only touched the surface of what is a wonderfully rich art gallery but towards the end we are passing through rooms of Picassos with just a cursory glance which makes you realize that we must leave the rest for a return visit in the future perhaps?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;On our return Ken went to the local supermarket and is cooking up a delightful meal despite the instructions on the packets being in Russian. It all goes down well with the french wine he has bought.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;The mini Hotel the Austrian Yard is great but up four flights of steps with no lift so we will have plenty of exercise &lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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