Another long drive to the Riviera. We stopped at the walled city of Aigues Mortes for lunch, but I wasn't hungry. We got to the campground at night and it was the best so far--nice showers, laundry and Internet, and very easy to get to Nice and Cannes on the train. This was entirely a bar night, and since I was dancing I must have had a lot.
We learned from one of the site reps that the Shervinator is a sophisticated sex robot sent back in time to determine the future of one lucky lady.
At the bar in Antibes: drunkards
Shervo and me
Neal and the hot busty French bartender
Me and the hot busty French bartender