If a french city was a painting it would be a 'Derain'.

Here lies a place where two countries and two cultures blend beautifully into one colorful plate. Filled with assorted tapas and overflowing with sangria, the air is hot and sweet, and the breeze soothing. Here is a place that moves your soul to sing hymns and do rhymes.

French Artist Andre Derain's paintings are plastered all over this mesmerizing town. Seems Colliore's colorful vibrations captured more than this creative genius but hundreds of hungry tourists. And that's not even revering to the scenery, but to the mouthwatering seafood dishes served at the many small cafes. Ons het die tapas ingewy. And boy, mens kon n prentjie verf!

Jean-Paul du Bois, true patriot of the french colony took Rudi and I on a excursion to this island town. Thank you JP!

Inside the catholic church, just before a marriage ceremony. We sneaked in to take a quick look, and got a moldy whiff instead.

Hulle lyk nogal bietjie soos boeties hmm?

View from the top

Die klok slaan twee. Etenstyd. We hit the streets. Op soek na die perfekte kombinasie van vullend...vir die maag en die Reis-mier.

Indifference.

My happy camper! ( + my Sangria )

Tapas + Sunshine + Wine + Good company = Joy

Poeding

Oppad terug huistoe.

Map of Colliore

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Perpignan and Barcelona. Catalan Country.

Off we go!

Unlike our mother-ship, this patriotic vessel (also called the best place in the world AKA France) there is no smiling help at gas stations. Yes! No windowcleaning-tirepumping-guudday madame- petrol joggies. But it puts the giggle back in your day, especially when something so easy-looking, like activating the pump, becomes not so easy-looking.

But off we are to Barcelona, dignity still intact.

This Pyramid shaped structure (we guess a temple) straddles the border between France and Spain.

Playa Catalunya

The Ramblas. Restuarants,mobile petshops (bunny was almost mine), tourists & tourists!

En Ruds eindig die dag met 'n yummy burger en fries!