Breakfast is very expensive at 18 euros per person but we have to try it, seeing that we were too late yesterday. I anticipated fresh baked this and that and a cooked breakfast to order. It was frankly disappointing, not even fresh squeezed orange, and no better than any other hotel breakfast. Hmmm.
It was cloudy so we set off for a little sight seeing. First stop was Bandol, the town that gives its name to the wine in this area. It’s a pretty little seaside town with palm trees, beaches and lots of people. Far too many for my taste. On to St Cyr-sur-mer, the 'mer' having retreated a few kilometres away, some time ago, and then up into the mountains and round by the Paul Ricard circuit, where they hold the French Grand Prix from time to time. The pretty little medieval hillside town of le Castellet was next, spoilt only by hoards of visitors who amazingly looked just like us. So it was back to the hotel, to write up these notes and chill by the now sunny pool. Unfortunately, the view around the pool was spoilt by a woman who insisted on sun bathing topless and, as time wore on, she was joined by a few more. Now tell me, how a man is supposed to concentrate on his book when he’s surrounded by so many pneumatic women? For a moment I couldn’t tell whether I was in the south of
We ate in Le Petit Jardin again tonight because we realised that none of the other restaurants in town were going to come up to scratch. This was Jan’s choice and how right she was. The main restaurant in the hotel was our first choice but they hadn’t changed the menu and another mortgage wasn’t an option. Would we come back to this town? Yes definitely. Would we recommend this hotel and restaurant? Yes definitely, but bring quite a bit of cash. The food isn't cheap but it is superb.
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