Wow, 2 months have past and I'm still pretending I'm in Italy

Mac is back ! Camera charger is back ! All systems go..

In summary:

I left beautiful Roma and my favourite Roman, Valentina, to look for a jobbie in Antibes, FR on a big dumb yacht.



Miss you pasta. Duck ragu filled ravioli, to be precise (Cul de Sac - in the centre of Trastevere. A long standing crowd favourite, think City Wine Bar but a touch more faaarncy).




Also miss you baccala.



Hello Antibes! A terrible excuse for anything remotely French (minus the market of course), Antibes is overrun by yachty types and people looking for work on yachts. The market, however, was a lovely distraction and markets in France are really as romantic as you would think. I would spend my daily 5 euro allowance at the market every day. My French has improved enough to order 200g grams and 3 slices of anything I point at. Baby steps..















This "french cheesemaker" guy totally stole my look circa 2007-2009. How dare he.




Before I looked for work I had to do a 1 week course on all things sea related including basic fire fighting! Most exciting. Secksy outfits, check.



Unfortunately, living on a budget in France means you have to eat a lot of bread and cheese. Take that dieting ! Ha ! Pastries are cheap too, also a tragedy.




My favourites tarte aux pommes and tartes tropeziennes (St Tropez specialty) filled with creme patissiere. Oh my hat.



Anything filled with creme patissiere can fill my mouth. Hmmm..



Strawberries and fromage frais whipped with a *touch* of sugar. So much better than cream.



A casual selection of treats gathered from the market. Who knew the unemployed could live so decadently.



And no I am not fat. But I dare not post any photos of myself.. ha ha. I also did get a job but more on that later.