Rock, sea and pines

 No sunny breakfast yet, as we awoke to a cloudy morning following a little overnight rain. 

A bad night, but not the worst, partly a result of the unfamiliar surroundings and sleeping arrangements probably. Stupid French square pillows. What’s that about? And who, in their right mind, in the 21st century, uses sheets and blankets rather than a duvet? Quelle horreur!

It was a coolish blustery morning so we decided to find our way into les Calanques to start to orient ourselves. On our way westwards we skirted our local beach, a whole 2 minute walk away. 

The first Calanque is Cal. de Port-Miou, a long inlet with small leisure boats moored all the way up.


A bit like the coast path in Cornwall, you descend all the way down to the water and back up the other side. The landscape is gorgeous without being pretty, thanks to the ruggedness of the rock, and I can’t get enough of the pine trees. Just love ‘em. 

We needed to get back for a 2pm online appointment for Joff, so we didn’t linger, but pressed on to Cal de Port-Pin. This one has a small shingle beach, and like all the others, I imagine, clear water in all the shades of blue and turquoise that you can imagine, and probably some that you can’t.

Yesterday’s left over pizza for lunch, and a spell reading and watching the fairly sparse activity on the sea - swimming, paddle boarding, rowing and a bunch of tiny sailing dinghies from the sail school careening around, before being towed back into harbour.

Later we wandered into town to meander around some of the backstreets, and along the harbour wall to the lighthouse. There are way too many eateries to choose from, and in the end we had an ok meal.



It’s been very windy all afternoon and evening, 40-50mph, so we’ve headed indoors for the rest of the evening.

Em x


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