The driver still needs to pace himself and avoid drinking every glass offered.
The co-pilot will do the same—it’s barely noon!
About ten kilometers later, we stop at the famous guesthouse, Chez Tante Athalie, for lunch.
We didn’t make the best choices on the menu, but the overall impression was good, with a special mention for the decor.
To help digestion, I suggest we take a stroll through the Pamplemousses Gardens, a 37-hectare botanical garden whose early development is credited to the French botanist Pierre Poivre in 1770.
The garden’s glory days seem to be behind it. The giant water lily pond is a sad sight, and the deer and tortoise enclosure is a disaster.
A few paths save the visit, but I leave the place feeling rather disappointed.
We now face the traffic jams clogging the entire area from Port Louis to Curepipe.
One last traffic light, one last roundabout, one last speed bump, and we’re approaching Flic-en-Flac, a lively seaside resort on the southern part of the west coast.
Our home for the next 7 nights stands not far from the ocean. The view is stunning from both the terrace and the bedroom, with the waves providing a delightful soundtrack.
But the living room has a chilly atmosphere, and the kitchen doesn’t exactly inspire cooking...
Tomorrow, as in the days to come, we’ll be dining out! !
