We aren't that far from Grasse, the home of perfume and so we decide that a trip to the Fragonard factory in Grasse would be good.
It isn't after quite a long drive, we get there to find that the tour is little more than a thinly disguised sales pitch. It's in the old factory for sure, but nothing actually happens there except shopping.
If anyone every suggests going, don't bother.
After a weary drive back to the house, there's nothing for it but to chill by the pool and warn the others that it was a really bad idea.
In the evening, everyone gets together to cook for us and brings their own skills and talents to providing a lovely meal. It was nice to see everyone playing their part and having fun together in the kitchen. I think a lot of wine and cider was drunk before it was served!
The evening ends with some people going to bed to the tune of so Long, farewell auf wiedersehn goodbye from the Sound of music... very funny.
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