Our plan was to only visit Tanneron today and to have lunch there. It’s the furthest town in the group we’re exploring with the theme I mentioned previously.

Another borrowed image – this time of Tanneron and definitely no snow on the mountains today. It was 38°C and felt it most of the day.

The road was similar to those we’ve travelled recently – thin and windy, and once we arrived there really wasn’t much to see. There were no cute narrow streets with homes providing much-needed shade, but we did have some amazing views.

Mick was very keen to buy the London Times he saw at this little Tabac, that was until he saw the price – €4.50 ($AUD7.15). Too much to pay for a cryptic crossword!

We wandered down towards a large information board where Mick was keen to check out this Mustang up a little closer.

I’ve banned him from pointing these cars out to me while I’m driving – it is way too distracting and I’m getting worried he really wants one.

Even the Marie looked closed, so on Mick’s suggestion we headed for the next themed village of Montauroux.

We drove over and around Le Lac de Saint Cassien.

On the way to Tanneron we passed massive infrastructure for a hydroelectricity plant. I think it is linked to this lake. But, this lake is also very popular for swimming and other water activities.

You’ll have to take my word for it that it was busy because I could not get a park close to the activity – this shot was taken from the side of the road a long way off. The water looked quite green.

A borrowed image of Montauroux. I’m sure you’re getting warm by now about what these villages have in common.

We found a park in the main part of town, and had to try to remember what this sign meant.

We didn’t have a blue parking dial in our car, so on our host’s advice before she left, I wrote the time that we parked on a piece of paper and left that on the dash. I researched it when we got home and it allows you to park for one hour – we were lucky there were no guards around as we were there for about double that as we explored the centre of the town.

This restaurant was not open for lunch, but it looked so cool.

We eventually found a table at ……

…… which certainly didn’t look anything special, but we were pleasantly surprised.

I went for the Plat du Jour again, not knowing what I had ordered, but it was fantastic. Mick chose a hamburger and frites.

Mine turned out to be Guinea Fowl thigh with carrot purée, courgette (zucchini) mouse and cous cous.

Although the setting wasn’t as cool or as picturesque as when we ate out at Le Gloire de Mon Père in Seillans, we rated the food as being better than the Michelin Star winning restaurant.

We may complete the excursions to the themed villages tomorrow, only two to go. Then I’ll tell you what they have in common.