In what is a rarity these days between work, theatre and everything else, I get to leave the country this weekend for a break in France. My first visit to France was over 25 years ago (that’s just for flavour, I’m only turning 30 this month), but I haven’t been back there for a few years.
We travelled to France regularly, drove the length and breadth of the country for years between mobile home and campervan holidays and without a shadow of doubt it’s one of my favourite countries to holiday in, and likely the place I’d retire to if I happened to bag the Lotto some day.
When you start travelling and touring foreign countries at such a young age, you’re left with life-long memories that travel with you wherever you go so here’s five of them I’m looking to getting aquainted with again this weekend.
This one goes top of the list. I’ve got one memory of us rolling off the ferry in Le Havre or Cherbourg and on the road out of the port, there were Orangina reps lining the road, prompting cars and vans to roll down their windows and they would pass a few bottles of that sweet nectar through. The plastic bottle just isn’t the same, has to be glass, otherwise it’s just not Orangina. Continue Reading →