London Still Rocks!

Ah, our last day in Provence - I was delighted to be leaving. We rose early, packed quickly - our verdict on our accommodation was - hard beds (although, again, not as hard as the Aldstadt Hotel Zurich ), indifferent cleaners - the first time they cleaned, all they did was turn off a light that had been left on: the second, they made the beds and changed the towels. This during a week's stay. But anyway, it was generally fine. We knew where to go for the bus to the airport , and already had our tickets - so it was easy. Now, my companion had the excellent idea of heading to the airport first and dropping our bags - the website said there were left-luggage facilities in Terminals 1 & 2, and Terminal 2 was where I'd be flying from, so I suggested that. Unfortunately, when we got there, we were told it was only in Terminal 1. Off we went there, and deposited them - the guy was very confused to hear we'd be coming back at different times, but it all worked out in the end....

My first night at Estudines Mirabeau , which is a student residence for most of the year, I realised that the bed was hard enough that I had to wrap the quilt around me - at the end of the night, however, I realised that not even that was enough, so for the rest of my stay I doubled the quilt up and slept on top of both layers. It was warm enough to do that, and that, at last, was soft enough that I didn't feel as though I was falling apart next morning. Which does make it an improvement on Aldstadt Hotel Zurich , where I had to ask for a second quilt, and sleep on top of both, doubled up.. that still holds the record for the hardest bed I've ever had the misfortune to sleep on. Out then on the 13th, as was to become the norm, to a baking hot day. With no definite plan, my companion, who turns out to be a big fan of Cézanne , suggested we head to the big exhibition about him at the Musée Granet , which used to be the art school he attended - and so we headed in that direction. ...