Hyeres

 A day in Hyeres.   A beautiful town, about half an hour away, by car.    Walter was leading today, so no problems with getting lost.    First stop of course, was for coffee, sitting on the terrace, overlooking the square, so that we could watch people walk by.   Always very interesting.

Then off up the narrow street with many little boutiques, which seemed to have replaced all the tatty souvenir shops since we last visited the town.  Catherine and Diana, looking for the ultimate bargain.  Not that we found one though.

 A view over the old square, with all the restaurants clustered around the outside, and in the centre too.    An expensive place to eat, I think.

 So we continued up the hill, until we came to another square, in front of the old church, not open though.   But the lovely shade trees were very welcome in the hot sun.

 And we continued on up the winding streets.   The purple bougainvillea creepers were everywhere.   So beautiful    We used to have one over our outside toilet in Adelaide.   They are certainly great in covering eyesores, but in the case of the buildings in Hyeres they highlight the picturesque houses.

 And so we climbed up some more, until we came to the lovely hidden garden of a house which once belonged to an America female writer.    Sorry I have forgotten her name.   But she certainly had a wonderful spot, in which to write her books.    A view towards ti the church we had just left, and overlooking part of Hyeres.   Hardly a cloud in the sky.

 A view of the lovely house and courtyard,

 David and Barry posing among the shrubs in the garden.   They look very decorative.  They were actually on a path which led up to the ruined castle at the top.

 And here they are looking back down at us.    I think Barry is actually taking a photograph of us.

 More bougainvilleas, scarlet flowering varieties.    David getting his photograph taken by the other four members of the party.    What a star!

 A view through one of the archways, with yet another bougainvillea flowering profusely at the end.

And back down the final narrow street, and to the car.     Such a beautiful town.

We then drove to the local hypermarket, where there was a cafe, with very good food.    We somehow managed to get the translation wrong and our intrepid four received huge glasses of beer, which they managed to drink.   The manager of the cafe then gave us a little drink to finish, alcoholic of course.    After some air kisses given by David to our waitress, and Barry taking lots of photographs of the staff, we walked out feeling very happy, and somewhat light headed.