i always tend to lose steam halfway through, so i think this is a huge improvement already mwahahaha.
(image from google images)
my last travelogue post here was about our day trip down to Old Town in Nice, France, and today's entry is a prelude: it's about our journey from Torino, Italy, to the little village of Saint Jeannet, which is one of the twelve perched villages that can be found in the Alpes-Maritimes, close to Nice. we stayed in an amazing bed-and-breakfast for three nights: L'Auberge Des Baous, also known as The Frogs' House.
in order to get from Torino to Saint Jeannet, we had to take a train from Porta Nuova, the main train station in Turin, and transit at Ventimiglia station in order to get to Nice Ville, after which we needed to get another ticket for a train from Nice Ville to Saint Laurent du Var. after which we could get a bus up the mountain that would bring us to Saint Jeannet!
thank goodness for my experienced and resourceful travel partners, i don't think i would have attempted the tricky journey by myself! i'm terrible when it comes to directions and traveling around in a foreign country :(
Fish and i! with our insanely heavy luggages (i'm guessing we each had a suitcase that weighed at least 25kg) it was no easy feat to lug them about the train stations and on to the trains. there are virtually no escalators or lifts, and there are lots of stairs leading up and down to train platforms, and steep steps to get up the train itself.
Woon! we were super excited to be off to France!
my mighty big luggage was a nightmare to travel with :( all thanks to my mom, i told her to bring out the big luggage out of storage for me, and she really brought out this GIANT one omg :( totally regretted it when we ended the choir leg of the trip and i had to pull, push, drag and maneuver the insanely big and heavy luggage up and down flights of stairs and traverse the streets of Europe ;(
lesson learnt: no more giant luggages for me! i'd rather underpack a little and travel lighter.. it was so tiring that it put me in a super foul mood! plus lots of bruises on my legs from being banged about by heavy luggages ;(
finally sitting on the train comfortably, while looking at the scenic landscapes pass us by.
on the train: a random shot of Woon's vintage Olympus-Pen, the forefather and ancestor of my Olympus E-P3.
arrived at Nice Ville after transiting at Ventimiglia: it took about six hours if i remember correctly?
one of the many flights of steps (on the left in the photo) that we had to navigate our luggages down.
we arrived on the streets of Saint Laurent du Var, and our initial plan was to take the local bus which would bring us to Saint Jeannet, but the bus wasn't due to come for another 2 or 3 hours because it was a Sunday :( so we resorted to taking a taxi instead! Fish and Woon approached one of the kind locals, who helped us make a call to book a cab. i was secretly glad, because i was struggling with my freaking giant suitcase and having to find a way to get up a bus with that monstrosity sounded near impossible to me :(
AHMYGAWD. so happy to be on a taxi that's gonna bring us straight to our bed and breakfast in Saint Jeannet! we had some trouble finding the location though, even though Fish had already pre-loaded a map on her iPad for the taxi driver to refer to!
PS. the iPad is really convenient for travelling cos you can download maps via wifi when you have a connection, and then use the maps offline to navigate about on the streets! you can also do research the night before for bus/train schedules, directions and other important information.
it cost us 60 euros for the trip up the mountain, and i think at some point of time, we were wondering
can't say we weren't scared at all, just the three of us in a (very fast moving) taxi going up a mountain and further away from civilisation every minute O.O and the taxi was going so fast i was starting to envision the driver missing a sharp turn or something and the entire car flying down the side of the mountain O.O
luckily, nothing happened to us haha.
after a long winding journey up the mountain, we finally arrived at our destination: the village of Saint Jeannet! what a sigh of relief :X i knew we'd made the right choice to go there once we got off the taxi: the view was BEE-YOOOO-TI-FUL! it's a really peaceful and quiet village, and i was so happy to leave behind the throngs of holiday goers we saw at Nice Ville train station. i think we were just about the only tourists in the village, and we got lots of friendly and curious looks from the villagers!
the first thing we did: to fill our famished tummies with foooood! headed to the nearest restaurant that was still open, and we just wolfed down all the food D:
my very first meal in France: duck confit! ohhhhh it's making me hungry now ;_; juicy and tender duck meat that fell cleanly off the bone. even the sides like the mashed potato and salad tasted so good! the greens were really fresh and tasted nothing like those i've had in Singapore.
Woon ordered the foie gras: it was like 12 or 14 euros for a really huge portion!
rounded up the thoroughly satisfying meal with a homemade apple crumble!
sooooo good a meal until can die from happiness after a gruelling day of travelling and having my arms wrenched out from their sockets from carrying heavy suitcases.
and look at that incredible view from our height on the mountains.
tooooooooo gorgeous. can see for miles and miles until the fog/mist obscures the landscapes from sight!
checked into The Frogs' House! there's an adorable little street sign directing us to the house!
it was tucked into a corner of the village, and looked so welcoming from afar already!
i guess frogs were to be expected at the Frogs' House!
the signs by the front door say: "Corrine and Benoit welcome you to The Frogs' House"
it was Woon who found this tiny gem of a bread and breakfast via the internet: they even won TripAdvisor's Travellers' Choice award! there were multitudes of positive reviews on TripAdvisor, and they even reply each and every review personally.. how sweet! we were so glad we managed to book a room in advance, via email.
the most homely scents were wafting over from the kitchen, and when we peeked inside, it was Corrine, Benoit's wife, conducting a jam making workshop for their nephews! :D
Corinne is the lady who makes all the delicious jam that we had for breakfast during the three days we stayed in the Frogs House.. i swear i've never enjoyed jams this much! they are so so so so so so so so good we nearly wiped out entire jars of jam for breakfast every morning.
isn't this little boy adorable :D he reminds me of Ron Weasley from Harry Potter! haha.
carefully transferring the fresh jam into little jars.
i'll end my blogpost here for now, and carry on about our day hiking to the top of the mountain and visit to the local winery in the next Europe travelogue post! don't want to overload with too many photos haha i think there are already alot D:
hopefully it was an interesting read for you, though i suspect some of you are probably bored to tears and might have just skipped reading this entire post :S
anyway, ending off the blogpost with random photos from a "company" dinner last week! my two hardworking minions are both leaving me soon :( oh noooo :( what am i going to do without them! don't even want to think about it now.
we had an enjoyable dinner at Changi Airport's Coffee Club!
supaaa busy weekend ahead with two concert performances at the Esplanade Recital Studio! and my life is going to be living hell next week onwards (i predict) for three months, because DENG DENG DENG i am starting personal training sessions at Amore Fitness, TWICE a week some more! my
until the next, enjoy your weekend and check back again for updates soon!!!