It was more than a week ago when we went driving the UK motorway for some errand; this time, we had to cruise the French autoroute starting from Paris down to our home in the south of France.
According to our GPS, the drive takes about 9.5 hours, but in reality, it took us twelve long hours due to the almost snail-speed traffic on the first half of our journey. It was the start of the Half-Term Holiday in schools and the first weekend of the Grand Depart – a kind of Exodus where Parisians leave the capital all at the same time to hit the road leading to the skiing resorts of the Alps. So while H drove the trailer-towing van, I was clicking my dear camera away!
I invite you to travel with me –
We left at about 6am, still dark, but after an hour of driving, we were rewarded with a beautiful scene of sunrise.
It was a foggy day and visibility was very low.
One reason for the traffic was due to an accident
You can tell it’s holiday time when car roof boxes are part of the motorway landscape.
Or skiing gadgets, if it’s the winter
Long traffic as far as the eye can see
Thre are castle signs for history buffs
Sometimes no signs are needed as you just drive past them!
Often, you have to look up high so as not to miss them
These castles are as old as the medieval age
These are farm castles perched high above vineyards
Some weird constructions crop up every now and then
As we drove closer to the High Alps, snow gets thicker and thicker
But approaching the Mediterranean sea, we see more and more boats on the way
Boats for the amateur or the pro
Or for the practicing yachtsman
Families have to equip the car for hyperactive kids
And the State has to equip the motorways for all types of needs
This is the Port of Lyon which dispatches and receives cargoes via one of the most important waterways in Europe, the Rhone river.
Every now and then we would stop to stretch our legs – just like this dog and his master
Or have our picnic at the tables provided at motorway stops
Our journey continues and we are blown away by the staggering architecture peeking from above
And before we know it, we arrive at the cypress-ridden south of France
where traces of medieval past still proudly stands
Welcome to the Cote d’Azur!
(It was getting dark, hence, the blurred shot!)