Superstitious readers might say I brought this on myself by begining my holiday diary with a brag about weather. The best of the sun has been this morning, reading by the pool, killing time before the melancholic return trip to Nice airport.
But I’m far too modest to belive that any weather god is at all interested in me.
Apart from that first morning we’ve otherwise enjoyed a dry, warm, but a little overcast Provence and while everywhere looks better in the sunshine, that’s good touring weather.
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