Provence has many pockets of charm, framed by the mediterranean, the rugged interior inland, hilltop villages, and a mighty Mistral that at times is like a paint brush sweeping strokes of blue. I guess I should mark places down for you, not in order of favorites, just as I see them when I happen to visit. So I will, Martigues will be the starter as we went there today.
We went out for a drive to Martigues, a miniature Provencal Venice. Lunch we decided had to be by the water... Le Miroir.
Various shades of happiness, pastel boats and shutters to match.
A brocante shop two doors down, across the street Sainte-Madeleine de Martigues Church (1680).
A picture perfect spot for romantic lunch.
If I did not have Cassis I would be tempted.
Martigues is forty minutes from Marseille, or a hop skip and a jump for the airport.
To read more about Martigues and its charm:
Map of Martigues.
I hid behind the fountain and caught Yann walking by.
I love his red pants.
If I knew how to paint I would paint this.