Saturday, August 30, 2014
30.08.2014 - 31.08.2014
Hooray . . . no fire alarm. We slept ‘til breakfast and all met downstairs where a table for four was waiting by the parrot cage. As we were finishing, Madame came over and pinched an end from Peg’s leftover croissant. Peg wasn’t sure what was happening but Madame motioned her over to the parrot cage and had Peg give the parrot the croissant. We all enjoyed it although the parrot probably enjoyed it the most. He obviously loves his croissants as only a French parrot can.
We packed up and checked out and allowed our GPS to take us to Grasse, a beautiful drive. Tricky but we found Mollinard and got parked. Went in and asked about the perfume-making workshops. Peg signed up for the full hour and Jean signed herself and me up for the half hour workshop. We window shopped until our instructor arrived.
Ed retreated outside and Jean, Peg and I followed our instructor into the perfume workshop where she explained the process. Jean and I had limited options which was good. We each picked our base note and ended up each choosing only one top note so we quickly made our perfumes and resorted to kibitzing in Peg’s process. She had 90 choices so it was very interesting and lots of fun. Eventually, all three of us ended up with our very own perfume. Peg's recipe goes on record and she can reorder any time online. If you want to keep your perfume, you need to take the longer workshop. Believe me, mine was not worth keeping except as a memento.
We left Grasse and foolishly decided on the GPS again. Instead of sending us down to the AutoRoute and west, it took us cross country on scenic but very slow roads. We stopped in Draguignan at La Brasserie Dracenoise for lunch, a pleasant porc roti and spaghetti with a Provençal tomato. The waitress was a bit odd but the food was fine.
Drove and drove on back roads and by Sénas I had to call our gite hosts to tell them we’d be late. When we got in the area, we couldn’t find the gite. Finally got it all together and found the place. Whew . . . We met our gite owners, took a tour and moved in. Drove into Mollégès to check the town . . . small but pleasant and managed to find the gite again. Need sleep!