On Thursday night we donned our 3D glasses and went to see a Star War at the local cinema (one which involved a scene in a glamorous city full of war criminals which was basically Monaco), followed by a lovely dinner out on Friday night and a 5-hour constitutional round the Cap on Saturday, and the filming of our Xmas PSA called "Down in Antibes".
On Sunday we checked out the multitude of Xmas villages which have popped up around Antibes, ice rinks and all, and checked out the now-traditional feeding of the masses in the Safranier commune with a 15-metre-long cake (pictured here on fire) and vin chaud. It is, in fact, beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
To that end I point you in the direction of last year's Xmas mix, as well as a new one wot I made earlier this week, and my phrase of the day means "dead fly", or someone's who's a bit of a wet blanket, essentially. I believe the opposite is "barata louca" ("crazy cockroach").
Tomorrow I ride for London, until then, turrah,
Hit the Nail on the Fred
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