Kisses and catastrophes!

It's time!

Italy has finally made it and is finally rid of the stupid Gaijin!

All Nonnas fall on their creaking knees, gurgle with holy water, cross themselves until their fingertips bleed, and praise the grace of the Lord!

France's south is the next worthy victim of the unworthy traveler.

But before that, I strolled along the Riviera, had to be careful not to fall off the moped due to the boredom, and then the traveler wondered if anyone would actually notice if the place names in this area were randomly swapped.

Everything is the same here, a monotony that is unbearable...

Actually, I wanted to make a detour to Monaco, but no! I'm not doing that!

It would have been interesting to see how the money that is missing everywhere in the social sector parades in the streets, showing itself as Frankfurt sausages or as a diamond-adorned dog, along with sleek carriages. manifests itself in this city, but no!

So Berta went a little further north before Monaco, and that's where we, the two rascals, will stay: away from the coast and along the Alps.

And so we climbed up the Col de Turini and good heavens!

What a road!

I'm in love with this little French woman!

This little French woman has sharp curves, stone tunnels, and a view that makes the motorcycle rider dizzy and spin, as if he had just been passionately kissed by a Gallic goddess of love!

However, the unsuspecting traveler got wobbly knees when he saw the consequences of a natural disaster.

Saint-Martin-Vésubie was on my route and I simply cannot imagine what must have happened here in 2020!

Pictures speak louder than words, even 2 years later.

So! Enough for today!

P.S .: I also get weak knees when you point out my spelling mistakes...