So it all ended in tears, really. Since we have got back, we find that nearly everybody has a disaster tale about Barcelona - pity we didn't know about them before we went there, really! We might not have been so keen to leave the van unattended whilst we did our guided tour of the Old City.
I did say I would include a few pictures taken on the (rather forshortened) trip and now that I have managed to get back to the original Blogger posting screen, I will do that! (If you go straight to Blogger from the right hand click in IE, you go to a posting screen which doesn't give you the option of doing this.) So here are a couple of pictures from when we stopped (unofficially) in Villefranche, near Nice. As you can see, we were right inside the Citadel and with those walls around us, we felt very safe even though we were parked in a bus park. As there were no buses arriving during mid-December, we didn't think anyone would mind much and so it transpired. The Gendarmerie drove past a few times and you could see them thinking about whether they should say anything, but in the end they decided we weren't doing any harm and left us to it.
Villefranche, with the sun shining and everything
As I mentioned in the lost blog, we wandered around picking up various offspring then became marooned in a Shopping Centre car park whilst wating for the appalling weather to relent enough to get us up to Meribel.
Nord-something Commercial Centre, Chambery
These are pictures show how cold it got, even down in Chambery. We had managed to find a cover for inside the windscreen and the cab windows, thank God, or I'm sure we would have frozen to death inside. This in spite of the super efficient gas fired hot air heating which was brilliant. Although we survived OK, we knew it was time to move on when the security men at the doors to the shopping centre started addressing us by name!
So, we made it to Meribel, which was just like a picture postcard. It had been -20 degrees the previous night, so the snow was well and truly set in place. Here are a couple of photos of the place. Pretty, isn't it? My eldest son Stuart and his partner Louise are working a season there, running a chalet.
More next time, especially the wonderful tale of the free wi-fi which unfortunately needs you to be connected before it will connect you. Can this only be a French thing?
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