Are we there yet?

We have set off from Bonnieux and our destination by nightfall will be Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat on the French Riveria. DC was curious re our final destination and she googled it. It's really the land of the rich and famous, so please have a look. Mum and Dad's friends from Melbourne live there for 6 months of the year. We were driving for a while and we got stuck behind a tractor and of course I was too scared to take over. Finally he stopped and let us pass so we could get out of first gear!! Our next stop was a town called Forcalquier, and you have be careful how you pronounce this. This town is lovely and I bought a great scarf in this little shop and the guy was quite interesting, especially with the fresh bruise he was sporting on his eye. He told Mum and me to go check out the fountain and see if we can find anything that looks a little strange. So here we are looking, looking... and then Mum spotted the picture of a couple in a 69 position!! The guy was really pleased with her. We then decided to stop for lunch. Just in case you were missing our food update, well here it comes. We had lunch in a Moroccan restaurant. For my friends that know me all too well, you could imagine my surprise when they served us up a bowl of chickpeas for entree!! Poor Mum, we didn't need to fill the car with diesel;  I fueled it with gas instead. We drove on via lovely villages in the Provence and then we hit this hill where we went up 1000 feet above sea level. My eyes and nose were really tight with a lot of pressure. I was really quite anxious at this stage as I was driving up one hairpin bend after another; it was really scary. We made it up to the top and then we could see the French Alps. Forgive me P-man, I can't remember the name. We found these huge fields of some dry bush and when we stopped, it was lavender and the smell was wonderful. We were on the road to Gorges du Verdon, but we didn't get there as time was ticking away. We drove around this bend and then it took our breath away, as there was this huge lake of some sort called Retenue De Saint-Croix, which produces electricity. The colour was amazing and it was like we were in the Mediterranean. After a few more stops on the way, Ken has got us on the freeway and now I'm quite nervous. We grab a ticket and then about half an hour down the freeway, we have to chuck coins into the basket; it was like when I used to cross the Sydney Harbour bridge. The speed limit is 130 km thank god, and I quite quickly get into the swing of taking over the trucks. Ken keeps telling us that we need to leave the highway and go via Cannes. So we go via Cannes in the insane traffic for 45 minutes and then we get back on the freeway. Bad Ken!!! Mum and I are now not talking to Ken. By the way, I always wanted to go to Cannes, but it doesn't look like much chop. We head towards Nice and pull over and double park like the French, and punch in Cap Ferrat. We come into the "The Cap" as it's known and it's so amazing. We have definitely gone up a few notches tonight. Are we there yet? Yes, we make it to Jan and Terry's place and are greeted with the most amazing view overlooking the water.  We sit down to a terrific lamb roast and do a load of washing. Good night Cap.