We were shopping for the apartment as some things were looking tired in there. The rug was ten years old now and was showing it. Too many drinks spilled on it, too many stains. The red leather chair we had brought here ten years ago in the back of CooperBeast, the red Cooper we had back then and now belonging to The Elf, has succumbed to the sun, the pressed leather is peeling off in droves. We had in mind then a new rug and a bistro set or just a small round table to replace the chair. This would be better for eating inside in the Winter.
We headed to Frejus where the out of town shopping stores are located on the N7 out towards Pugens sur Argent. Almost immediately we hit slow moving traffic on the coast road that runs through Ste Maxime and onto Frejus. However, it was moving, the sun was shining and the views were lovely. We were happy enough stuck in the traffic.
Past the water centre we turned left towards the A8 and sometime later went left out on the N7. First though we spotted a garden centre and gave that a try. What is it with garden centres? They are so expensive. Furniture in the thousands of Euros league and so on. We have never had a bargain in a garden centre. The garden centres in England are just the same too.
We saw Castorama and went in there. Straight away we spotted a round 60cm bistro table with a white marble top and black wrought iron stand. The same style as the dining table we use in the loggia. We decided to go for that and if we see something else then that can live outdoors. On the way out we spotted a rug, so we loaded the table in the car and went back in. Ten minutes later we were out with a multi coloured rug in cream, dark grey, yellow gold and teal,with two teal cushions to tie it into the room.
We were hungry by now and on the way out a gorgeous smell of a hamburger cooking wafted in the air. There was a burger van in the car park. We put the huge rug in SilverBeast and decided we would make do with some burgers. The name on the van was Son of a Bun and they had a website sonofabun.fr. We had a burger each and shared a pot of chips. Well, that was the best burger I have ever had in my life bar none. Peanut reached the same conclusion. For me it was arguably the best thing I had eaten on my whole holiday. The chips too were delicious. If you ever see that name on your travels then grab a burger.
We looked in a few more shops around there and then felt a bit weary of it so headed for San Raphael for a cup of tea and to window shop in town shops. We soon wearied of the shopping bit and tea beckoned. I wanted fresh lemon, Peanut English tea. We stopped at the first cafe and waited and waited and left after ten minutes as no one had even come near us to take our order. Further down the road a second cafe and this time we ordered. They had no fresh lemon so we asked for English tea for two. They brought Earl Grey. Peanut told them it was wrong to which they said it was all they had, so we walked out of that one. Third cafe…
We ordered One English tea and one freshly squeezed lemon drink. The waiter turned up with Earl grey Tea for Peanut and never brought mine. Again it was all they had. We walked out of there.
A trail of feathers ran behind Peanut she was so thirsty she was spitting feathers. Her patience was wearing thin. She was thirsty things were not boding well. In my mind I was envisaging a scene, an argument, a man on the floor, a policeman, Peanut in handcuffs, visiting hours. My mind ran amok as we entered the fourth cafe and prayed for good old English tea.
Fourth time lucky. I was so glad, so relieved. My lemon was sharp, but nothing like as sharp as Lady P’s tongue if the tea had been wrong. I could see the tabloid headline, “Death by Tongue Lashing.” Peanut’s tea was lovely and as I drank my lemon and added sugar and more water it too was lovely and I decided I would have this at home. I first tasted fresh lemon drink mixed with sugar, over ice and a sliver of lemon, as a little boy on the streets of Sorrento. They have millions of lemons in that part of the world and to this day I always remember that as being a lovely refreshing drink. This one was better though because I sat there drinking it, wallowing in the knowledge that Peanut would not be arrested today.
The port of Frejus is glitzy and modern a kind of French modern Art Deco style. It has its own style different to Port Grimaud where we are which is more Provençal traditional style. San Raphael is similar to Frejus Port but not as modern, because Frejus Port is all new whereas San Raphael has evolved through history. Anyway I mention this because they have done some work in the port a new fish market and a new up market restaurant, which looks very stylish. On the way home, the traffic moved slowly as we crossed the eye catching bridge in Ste Maxime on the edge of the town which you can clearly see across the gulf. I finally managed to photograph this without going to any real effort to get the shot. Anyway, I was rather pleased with these iPhone shots of the bridge and the Restaurant back in San Raphael.