The French Riviera conjures up images of an enticing blue sea. Where the likes of Coco Chanel and Brigitte Bardot mingled with the cicadas, alongside the parasol pine trees. Where famous towns such as Monte Carlo, St. Tropez, Nice, and Cannes recall a roaring twenties, with fashionable people wearing navy stripped shirts, and full leg white pants. Where sitting at a sidewalk cafe, sipping Pastis became a way of worshiping the sun with a tip one's sunglasses as a hello.
The French Riviera sparkles along a back drop of stark white cliffs. Where once-upon-a-time small fishing communities were common place along the way. Many of these small enchanting fishing villages and ports, are in my opinion, the heart of the south of France. Places such as Cassis, Sanary, Bandol, St Rafael... but more so the tiny inlet communities: Morgiou, Sormiou, Figuier, Port Miou... the list is as long as the twenty mile foot path that leads from Marseille to Cassis.
Cassis twenty minutes from our home, our back door outing, were we go to dinner when we go out.
I might have to buy s stripped tee shirt and white pants, though I would never wear them.
French Husband said I need to find a small folding table at the brocante, so we can have lunch on the port.
That I can do.
In the distance the Eiffel Tower of Cassis.
The Route de Crete.
Far beyond and below.
Pink is not a favorite color of mine, especially for a house by the sea... but in Cassis that is not the case.
When the waiters started to stack the chairs we knew
it was time to go.
Soon we will not have to cast our goodbyes at the end of the day.