Hello poor neglected blog! I came back from me hols and got swamped in work and life related doings but I’m determined to get something up now.
We went to the south of France, Provence, for two lovely sunny weeks.
I have loved France since the first day I began my French lessons at secondary school.
We didn’t travel abroad as a family back in the olden days when I was a child! so I found it fascinating and exotic.
I also adored the French teacher and found I loved learning a language and a new culture.
We’ve not visited France for sometime (having to compromise with two kids) but this year we were young, free and single and prepared to drive 18 hours to get to La Ciotat on the south coast and then later Grasse – along a bit and inland.
It was as beautiful and interesting as I’d hoped.
Lots of markets (every night in La Ciotat where we stayed)
I love to buy fresh food, a new basket, mooch about.
There are endless lovely villages to explore along the coast and in land – villages-perchés – the perched villages in hillside settings.
Soooo many window boxes, door ways, nice views, flowers and plants to photograph – my HB is endlessly patient😉
And of course there is a wealth of art in the region.
Interestingly the big dollar museums like Musée Mattise and Picasso seemed like they’d been cobbled together to draw the tourists in but the Museums of Chagall and Renoir (his last home) were quietly brilliant and charming.
Chagall has to be seen in the flesh – his work is amazing!
This is where I’d still like to be – sitting in the shady tranquility with nothing to do! But that’s how all good holidays should leave you.