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Published: April 18th 2009
Finally!
It was perfect conditions the other day in Cagnes Sur Mer. Friday 17 April
We’ve had a couple of great days with our dear friends K and P. They arrived, in a rental car from Rome, a wet day, and left us on a wet day, but the three days in between was great. Sun and like 20 degrees. I finally got the opportunity to take a dip in the sea. It was really nice. Not exactly warm, but definitely warmer than Kivik in July 2007…
And K and P didn’t just provide us with a great present (tickets to a summer concert with Thåström/Ternheim for the four of us), singing and a nice dinner, we got our first experience with riding a convertible! Just about time, isn’t it. Now we can cross that from our bucket list.
We also tried the looooong path to Gilette, on the other side of the mountain. It was a horrifying gap in a gorge, like a quarry, and some of us hesitated to continue, but was convinced to go on. Afterwards we noticed the sign in the picture below…
On the last day together we finally had to try the tennis court. We had a great game in beautiful weather. It
was some difficulties before we could get there though. First we showed up at the post office in the morning, where I was told we could get hold of the key to the locker containing the net. I said the three magic words: “Tennis, filét, clé”. The lady behind the counter ran all the stairs up to the “mairie”, and got back with a key she didn’t know if it was “good”. We went to the court and tried the key. No, it wasn’t “good”. When we got back the lady told us to wait for her colleague to get there.
After half an hour the young lady came and looked up on us like we were morons. “Key? Just open it! With force!” We told her we tried that as well, the locker door was really locked. She shook her head and gave a signal to a young guy in a truck, who happened (?) to pass. Follow me, he said, and got off in his truck to the court. We walked behind and when we got there the young man was whacking the locker with all his strength, using hammers, screwdrivers, stones… you name it. After a
while he managed to open the door to the locker, and said Au revoir. The net was ours and from now on the locker is “locked” with just a stone. Fine.
So, next time you visit Bonson, just remove the stone, and you can play as long as you want. Mind your step though, so you don’t slip on an olive…
/J
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