Lifelong dreams often can turn out disappointing when realized. That was definitely not the case for us yesterday in Monaco. A stunningly beautiful day awaited us in the principality as we arrived by train. By the way, it is the way to see the Côte d’Azur as the tracks go along the coast more closely than any road.
Everything was well organized as the Monequasces have hosted this race for decades. In fact, today’s edition was the 75th. Greg and I were part of history so to speak. And let me tell you, what a day it was.
I have been to many tracks before, Hockenheim (the original course), Monza, Magny Cours (France), Indianapolis, Austin, and Montreal to name a few. But nothing compares to this. We were so close to the action, the yachts were everywhere as was the jet set. Add to that the victory of the Ferrari boys Vettel #1 and Kimi #2 with a super exciting third for Ricciardo on Red Bull (my team). The day could not have been better.
Now it’s time however to say good bye as we make our way to the airport in nice fir our journey home. Back to reality is the motto of the day.
Today is our final day in the south of France and Greg and I are headed to Monaco for the Formula 1 race in the streets of the municipality. For those not into motor sports, I have been a fan of F1 since 1977 when Renault entered the series with their revolutionary (at the time) turbo engines.
I have remained loyal to Renault all these years through highs and lows be it as a factory team or engine supplier.
However today I will. E rooting for Ferrari and their driver Sebastian Vettel whom is on track to lead the 2017 championship.
More later, it’s off to the race now.
A bit earlier than the last few days, we got up to pack our stuff together to get ready for our drive to Eze and eventually Juan-Les-Pins.
We bid farewell to our home La Moisonne and travelled on the A8 toward Monaco.
We planned a. Is it to the hill town of Eze. What a sight!
The visit inspired my change in long-held plans (for the very distant future) to have my ashes spread in this magical town instead of Bryce Canyon. It is that amazing.
Take my word for it, it is stunning.
This stunning view and magical town was followed by a drive on the middle corniche over to Monaco where we heard the engines vroom through the streets of the municipality for qualifying.
I am thrilled with the outcome. Kimi on pole and Vettel 2nd and best of all, Lewis only 14th. It will be a race for the ages.
The evening ended at a beachside dig called Jazz Plage with a great dinner. The waitress’s uncle lives in Sunnyvale of all places. It is a small world.
Another restful night over, we all agreed that the Rose the night before helped us get to rest, we made our way to some of the most lovely villages in France.
First we stopped in a town call Gourdon, perched high in the pre-alps. A stunning vista over the region made us fall in love with this small town.
Then we drove down the gorge du loup across steep cliffs and waterfalls to make our way to the town of Tourettes-sur-loup.
From there we drove down to the famous town of St. Paul de Vance.
Then we stopped to shop for dinner and of course more rose to get is through the last night of our rented home.
One last day to go as we prepare for the Grand Prix on Sunday.
We were all a bit nervous as we made our way through the south toward our home for 3 nights. I had secured it online and then spent time by phone working with the owner, Lady Maggie Lockett whom owns the estate. Drive no up, we had some doubts about it all but once the gatdner arrived and escorted us in, we all couldn’t believe our eyes.
What a setting and every detail is lovingly designed and cared for. We may never leave this paradise.
I thought I would also share our first car photo. It is indeed a Renault Scenic. In fact, this is Greg and my third rental in france and we had a Renault Megane/Scenic every time. So the tradition is now set for future trips.
More on our adventures along the cote d’azure in my next blog.
This was my second visit and first overnight in Avignon. It is a lovely city with two main sights. The famed Pont d’Avignon about which the children’s song was composed and the Palace of the Popes where the papacy resided in the 14th century to evade chaos on Italian soil.
Reflecting on the statue of Virgin Mary, I saw her finger pointed at the people on the square below and all I could think of is a hat she was so upset about “No, no, I did not have sex with that man.”
Due to technical issues with the wifi at the Hotel d’Horloge in Avignon, my most recent post did not go out with all the pictures. Sorry.
We made it to the South of France. Arrived rested and in splendid spirits in Avignon after a 3 hour High-Speed train rode on a TGV.
The pace is totally different here and we all adjusted to it rather quickly. That is after a 45 minute ordeal at the Hertz counter to secure a French make. In the end, much to Greg’s chagrin we settled on my dream vehicle of a You guessed it – Its a Renault Scemic (pictures will follow tomorrow).
Enjoy today in pictures.