Eze, France
Every single day of our trip began with a nice lie-in. Try as we might, we were just not able to get up early, in spite of being in bed at reasonable times. Although the copain would read and I would write, sometimes until quite late, we were, for the most part, at least resting in bed before midnight. This morning began like all the others, except that it would be our last full day in southern France and the thought of being back to work in a few days loomed b...