Being a port town, it has a stunner of a harbor and marina, which just happened to be across the street from our hotel in the Vieux Port.
The fishing boats come in daily bringing their catch for sale in the market.
which also happens to be across the street from our hotel, and under the Vieux Port pavilion, a stainless steel canopy that lends itself to fun picture taking.
That's me in the center looking up and photographing my reflection, Frank is in the pink shirt,
and there's the reflection above of all those walking in the promenade, lots of smiling going on here!
The market on the promenade also has flowers
and in old town behind our hotel, a fun bazaar
where my favorite thing was this
and as much as I stared at it I couldn't figure out how I was going to get it on the plane.
The food revolves around seafood, for obvious reasons, like this delicious aioli
which Frank is digging into
and a yummy saumon fume risotto which I can still taste.
The signs for "moules" made a million different ways are everywhere, but we didn't bite.
The Italian food is quite good too.
Traffic is heavy so the preferred mode of transportation is small.
* I borrowed my title from a book by M.F.K .Fisher when she lived in France many many years ago. The two towns she refers to are Marseilles and Aix-en-Provence, we have one in common, the other one is for another post.