Still in Antibes and I'm sure it will be at least Thursday before we will have a chance to move on. Yesterday we hungout around the pool and "Bumble Bee, did a little swimming and reading. I finally finished reading Hillary Clinton's book "Living History". Louise read it first, and seeing as how I had just finished reading "King Henry VIII", I decided I needed another big book to read. Both of these were good reading. Today being Monday, we jumped into "Bumble Bee" and went down to see the mechanic whom we used the last time we were here and had our carburator problem. One busy man...we wont be able to see him until Wednesday, and then he can only just do a little "adjusting"...better than the others we saw offered. While in town, we also got a little internet time accomplished. Louise picked up this newsletter at the internet cafe. In it we found this article that kind of fits together with one of my recent journals...
An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore the city on his own. He wonders around, seeing the sights, and occasionally stops at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the lads, and have a pint of Guinness. After a while, he finds himself in a very high-class area. Big, stately residences...no pubs, no shops, no restaurants, and worst of all...NO PUBLIC TOILETS. He really, really has to go, after all those pints of Guinness. he finds a narrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings and decides to use the wall to solve his problem. As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London Bobbie, who says, "I say, sir, you simply con not do that here, you know". "I'm very sorry, officer", replies the American, "but I really, really, have to go, and I just can't find a public toilet". "Oh, yes," said the Bobbie, "Just follow me". He leads him to a back delivery alley, then along a wall to a gate, which he opens. "In there", points the Bobbie. "Whiz a
away sir, anywhere you want." The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom. Since he has the cop's blessing, he unburdens himself and is greatly relieved. As he goes back through the gate, he says to the Bobbie "that was really decent of you...is that what you call "British Hospitality?" "No sir", replied the Bobbie, "that is what we call the French Embassy !!!".
Well it looks like we may have a night like lastnight...a thunderstorm with just a little rain to freshen things up a little....Tomorrow...No big plans yet..