After a quick aperitif, we jumped in our trusty Beamer (I’m not being ironic now), and headed up to Haut-de-Cagnes. And the nightmare began… First of all, I wasn’t able to find any parking at the super-high-tech-car-park, so I blindly followed a car down a small alley. The road got narrower and narrower, and at some point the other car stopped. Turns out they were policemen, and they kindly told me the road ahead was even narrower, advising me to reverse back the way I came. So I did just that – with catastrophic consequences – my left wheel slid off what looked like normal road, but turned out to be a kind of a wall actually. The end result – I was stuck (with the left wheel in the air – and remember beamers are real-wheel driven). And in about the worst imaginable place too – and with an old chap impatiently waiting behind me in his Clio. There was no other way to his house, apparently. The helpful coppers agreed that there was no way to dislodge the car, and called somebody to tow my car (I was looking forward to the bill – this was after all a public holiday!).
Anyway, we waited and waited, until a helpful motorcyclist showed up behind us, and reckoned he could dislodge the car. And alas, we succeeded – and thankfully there was even another helpful copper to call off the towing company. I was in no mood to continue reversing, so we ended up driving down the absolutely, ridiculously narrow roads through the old town – thankfully JayJay was there to guide me. Eventually, we made it…
Our plan to dine in Haut-de-Cagnes was kind of ruined due to my dodgy driving, so we ended up having dinner in one of the seaside restaurants in Cagnes. Not a bad choice as it turned out, I rather enjoyed my fondue bourguignonne (the concept is basically to dip pieces of beef into a pot of boiling oil). I rather thought I deserved it after the traumatic events of the evening….
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