I apologize for misleading you. I bought fresh pasta but I did not cook it...someday, maybe! I heard that the best way to learn is to cook pasta with someone very experienced in the craft. Tomorrow, we are eating lunch at the 8thbest restaurant inthe world! more to come,my curious little readers.

Tonight,we had homemade pizza with chorizo and ementhal grated cheese ....delicious!!!!!

Even though it is only 15 degrees here today,it was sunny and I had to wear sunscreen. We drove to St. Paul , a small village within a stone wall. We had to park outside the village and then walk along these gorgeous cobbled streets. first, we stopped at this little restaurant. Peter (in case someone reads it,other than you three) ordered a croquet-Monsieur and I ordered a grilled cheese.

I ordered a glass of Chardonnay but Monsieur recommended a glass of Provence white wine, which was delicious. the sandwiches were fantastic and we just sat there, tourist watching. A few locals were playing a very intense game of bocce, which a bus load of tourists walked right through!

We then headed into the village,which had a lot of art shops. The first art gallery had sculptures of people heading somewhere but missing the central part of their bodies. Pretty interesting. Another place carried Chagall and Picasso prints. My favorite was this gorgeous painting of a girl and a golden retriever,who reminded me of my Maggie, whom I now miss dearly. We then saw many gifty Provence shops, which were lovely. Avendor, hidden under a stone veranda, and selling homemade ice cream, caught our eye,and we indulged...mmmmmmm!!!!!!

I must comment on the A8 highway which gets you everywhere ontheFrench Riviera very quickly.

of course, we are traversing the French Alps, so the highways are quite twisting. Most roads go through the mountains, not over them. At speeds of 110kms (don't think that your father slowed down) we cruised in double and triple lanes through tunnels through the mountains. ONE TUNNEL was 1.2 kilometers long.

When we flew in from Frankfurt, our plane flew over the Alps. They were truly spectacular. I kept waiting for Heidi's grandfather to wave, but I was disappointed!

Tonight, we ate at home and rested up for a run tomorrow morning followed by a much anticipated lunch. A Demain!