We left Calais at midday the next day and headed to Paris by train. Two hours later we jumped on the metro and travelled from the Gare du Nord to the Gare de Lyon where we were met by crowds of people. Paris in COVID looked very similar to Paris before. It had been a long time since we’d been around so many people.
From Paris it was a five and a half hour journey to Antibes where we were met by our taxi driver and delivered to the house around 11pm.
It was dark, quiet, overgrown and dirty. Daunting to say the least.
After the long and stressful journey we had our work cut out for us as the waist high grass in the garden would attest.
Still, everything looks better in the morning and this was no exception as daylight revealed it was really just the kitchen that needed cleaning and after a bit of weeding and strimming, things started to look a lot better.
We’re still bringing the pool back from the winterisation, green (usually my favourite colour) doesn’t work well for swimming so the murky pond is still a work in progress to return to the crystal clear turquoise water of the summer.
Work to do.