Who says you have to fly to Italy to enjoy good pizza?
As mentioned in my last post, after a long day on the road we were famished. It was late and we were tired and, truthfully, we’d probably have been happy eating cardboard.
Our B&B host, sensing our desperation for food, sent us off to Saint-Cyprien with a reservation at Pizzeria 24. Where we stuffed ourselves with délicieux pizza.
And a glass of rosé, which is always a good idea in my book.
Here’s my boyfriend checking out the strings of flowers that I wrote about in my last post. They seem to go on and on, neverending..
Dinner was finished with a surprisingly decent cup of coffee.
And then it was back up the windy forest roads towards our B&B, and home base for the next several days.