It happened that the hall of the my chosen villa was full of French and Quebecois people, including a couple who live nearby. They know all the best restaurants so we got on a flock of motorbikes and had an excellent lunch. Much of the afternoon we stayed at their place, a big house filled with Balinese art, and a pool in a tropical garden.
The town of Ubud uses to be a sleepy artist colony, but now it’s strangled by thunderous traffic. A disappointment.
