You’re out for a bracing country walk with friends, catching up on gossip and raging at a world gone mad. Apart from you, there are no signs of life. Or are there? Sometimes it can…
To the airport: The No 7 service runs half-hourly (much reduced on Sundays and Bank Holidays) between the centre of Perpignan (La Catalogne/FNAC) and the airport and its timetable is available to download from the airport website.
Flu and intestinal gastroenteritis have invaded the Roussillon yet again. Perpignan is amongst ten other cities in France, including Paris and Toulouse, to have exceeded the usual average at this time of year for the annual epidemic of gastroenteritis!
An important message from the development manager at Perpignan airport who is being told that if their new Flybe flight doesn’t start seeing some bookings, they will lose it. Please share as much as possible, even if this route doesn’t suit you, as routes breed routes and the more present flights are used, the more likelihood that other routes will be created.
Les Musicales de Perpignan Do you have what it takes to become Perpignan’s next big thing? La Direction de la Culture is calling all local musicians and dancers who want to be in with a…
Nobody’s complaining about the magnificent winter we’ve had so far….mais tout se paie and it looks like our bill has arrived!
A big dip in temperatures is expected next week with temperatures predicted into the minuses, even on the plain, and strong possibility of snow by next Thursday.
by Laura Mclellan Some like it hot – which is exactly how we’ve had it throuout summer. Then came autumn, plenty of warm sunshine nevertheless a herald of the chill of winter to come.…
The Théâtre de l’Archipel in Perpignan has a new artistic programme bursting with cultural delights
Did you know that Rudyard Kipling wrote a short story during one of his stays in Vernet-les-Bains in 1911? ‘Why does it snow in Vernet’ pokes fun at the English habit of talking about the weather.
In the spring of 2016 the EU referendum was announced. I had many sleepless nights wondering what would happen should Britain vote to leave the EU, although hubby seemed less bothered. “Never in a month of Sundays,” was his confident prediction. As the debate heated up, it became slowly more apparent that the unthinkable might actually happen and we might find ourselves turned overnight into illegal immigrants.