As well as having the Ferrero Rocher chocolate factory, Alba is also famous for white truffles
Next morning with Cliff behind the wheel, we made our way over the Alpes-Maritimes. It truly was a beautiful mountain range, unfortunately the drive down the mountain brought back childhood memories of car sickness.
Just when I thought we had finished the windy road, the tom-tom directed us to take a very steep narrow road which climbed the side of another mountain. It was more like a private driveway - don't know what we would have done if we met a car coming the opposite way - scary drive for a back seat driver like me. Safely back on the main road Cliff was in need a drink to calm his nerves - we came across a cafe/pub - the owners were cooking meat kebabs, fish & vegetables over hot coals. Lovely people with a very interesting little boy.
Their son "Oliver" was a shrewd little businessman - I couldn't get him to budge on the price of his homemade tart - so I ended up giving him more than he was asking (he was such a cutie)




