Saturday, our last day on the mountain, dawned. 'What shall we do today?' I asked Ian. 'Let's have a lazy day' he replied. We waved the kids off after breakfast and retired to our room to rest. Unfortunately, Pascal was in a hurry to get cleaned up, and he kicked us out almost immediately. As we hadnt shopped enough we set off to town and did some more, then returned to the room to rest. This gave me time to catch up on this blog, which took us to lunchtime. We wandered over to the French side again, and found a cheap and cheerful cafe overlooking the slopes. Luckily for me they did Vin Chaud, my favourite, and something I hadn't had yet on this holiday. I also went for a croque Monsieur, we were in France after all. We were having such a nice lunch that we decided to finish with a Waffle, so we shared a lovely caramel one. It was just like being in Mablethorpe.
Vin Chaud and me
Lingering over lunch
As it was now Saturday afternoon we wandered over to Paddys Irish bar in the hopes the football would be on. It was! Arsenal v Liverpool. The audience consisted of us too, both supporting Arsenal, a group of Germans, and a Liverpool fan who ended up crying into his beer as they lost 4-1. We returned to the hotel to find Vicky back from the slopes having had a good final day. The others arrived not long after. They had braved the black run with the sign 'experts only' at the top, and also had a go at jumping at the ski park.
Chris before setting off on his intrepid adventure
Happy at having survived
There were still the suntan problems
though
We wandered round to the Marseilles for the last time and amused ourselves by watching the Andorran traffic wardens putting tickets on cars outside the window, despite attempts to bribe then with a box of vegetables. One last drink in the bar, giant shorts dispensed by pascal for old times sake, and we were all off to bed. It would be a very early start tomorrow.
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