A trip full of emotions down memory lane.
Marseille is where my mother was born and grew up. She met my dad there. He was living there at the time. In fact he went to school there as well as university. So one could say this is my home town as well. I spent part of every summer there when I was a kid.
Started with a lunch right on the east side of town. Lovely restaurant (recommended by my brother). Lovely seafood, lovely service, lovely location. 10 out of 10 as far as I am concerned.
After lunch and on the way to the “Vieux Port” (picture below) where the Radisson hotel was located.
On the way there I drove through all the roads and streets I could remember and where uncles / cousins use to live. I found all of them and that was quite emotional.
Rue Paradis where my mother grew up and where my grandparents lived.
Avenue du Prado and the roundabout with David. My cousin had a Pharmacy there. The pharmacy still exists and for all I know my cousin is still there.
Avenue Neptune where my uncle lived. The house was sold when he died. We spent many many weeks there as kids. The sea was 100 meters away.
In the evening, walked up the famous Canebière but I was a bit disturbed of how it had changed in particular the people living there. Not a pretty sight and somewhat frightening.
A quick turn around was the answer and straight to the pub. The Queen Victoria on the Vieux Port.
It was so nice to see Aline again after so many years. Even if we are in touch regularly and especially at the moment due to her, hopefully cured cancer, there is nothing like seeing each other.
The view from the apartment is simply stunning. I have posted this one before but how many are lucky enough to see this when taking their morning shower. The different shades of blue are amazing.
Not much opened in the evening though. I remembered why I did not move there. Nothing going on in the winter.
All quiet on the horizon (apart from the wind).
St Tropez with the big yachts in the background.
I fell in love with this sailing boat. Big, sleek. A real racing machine. And it is for sale.
First stop the obligatory Senequier for Apéritif. Full as usual. No famous people spotted on this occasion. A large wine, rosé in this case, is called a swimming pool. I found that quite funny.
A quick walk to the Place des Lices where we came across a meeting of old cars. We had lunch there.
There is apparently a new statue dedicated to Brigitte Bardot. It was unveiled earlier this year but I did not come across it.
The view from Gassin is one of the best around and is always a pleasure. Gassin is a small old village in an immaculate condition on top of a hill.
The view from Gassin is one of the best around and is always a pleasure. On this occasion one could see the snow covered Alps just north of Nice.
Is a small town with a lovely little port. I had some holidays there around 1972 with my friend Renaud & Laurent. Plenty of memories in this place. Apparently Laurent lives round the corner but had to be in Paris so we could not see him. Next time.
Renaud moved from Paris and lives a couple of miles away in Six Four les Plages in a lovely old Bastide. Christine (Renaud’s wife) cooked us a wonderful lunch Hachi Parmentier with wild boar (local beast I have to add)
The drive back to Carcassonne via Marseille, the Camargue took 3 1/2 hours which is not far at all. We decided to meet more often i.e not to leave it 43 years this time.
I am not sure where the next trip will take us. Maybe the West coast and Biarritz.