Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

Category: France

Les Calanques de Cassis

img_8030 img_8027 img_8024img_8035 img_8045 img_8059 img_8061 img_8074 img_8083 img_8087 img_8089img_8096 img_8093

My second trip to Les Calanques this year, and I’m still wondering if any of it is even real. There are no words or pictures to do any of it justice. Neither words nor picture can capture the vividness of the color, the sweet sharpness of the smell, the weightlessness of floating in the October Mediterranean. There’s a sensation here of being lost. Lost, free to find your own path down the cliffs and into the sea. 

L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue

img_7987 img_7989 img_7992 img_7993 img_8001 img_8003 img_8005 img_8006 img_8007

Sunday, market day! L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue is famous for having one of the best markets in all of the South of France, and it did not disappoint. I left with: the best caramel sauce I’ve ever had in my life, the best mustard I’ve ever had in my life, a French market basket (the kind that were trending all summer at home, except mine is real), and a very full stomach, courtesy of the Corsican restaurant we wandered into for lunch. It was so lively, so charming – even on this hazy day. 

Gordes

img_7960img_7957 img_7961img_7962 img_7969 img_7971 img_7974 img_7976 img_7978 img_7979

After lunch in Les Alpilles, we kept driving through the mountains, past the olive trees and the grapes, along the farm roads, and into the Luberon. And then we arrived at this city in the sky. Gordes, a French fairy-tale. The entire place seemed to be one giant castle overlooking the fields. I loved getting lost in the maze of the old streets, so far, far away from the rest of the world.  

Les Alpilles

img_7944img_7938 img_7941 img_7945img_7921img_7924img_7929

Lazy weekend days in the South of France, tasting wine in secret-mountain-lairs and feasting on “cheese bricks” in a mountain-side village. No agenda except eating, drinking, and exploring. 

We didn’t plan an intense day, since it was supposed to rain. It never did rain, but I’m glad we didn’t plan anything. It was so refreshing to relax, to go with the flow. 

Istres

img_7918img_7917img_7919

A small town in the south of France, just under an hour from Marseille. I snapped these pictures quickly from the parking lot just before dinner nearby. No shots of the view from the restaurant, but you can imagine, it was perfect. And the food… SO good. 

These simple spaces, the unknown ones with “less” to see and to do, where I can go with the flow – these are my favorite. 

Calanque de Sugiton

IMG_4559 (2)IMG_5488IMG_5494IMG_5508 IMG_4590 (2) IMG_5501IMG_4567 IMG_5507

Is this place even real? Even now, looking at the pictures, I feel as if I’m remembering some sort of dream. 

The Calanques are outside of Marseille. A French friend told me about them originally. I don’t know if I would have found them otherwise. It was about an hour drive for us from where we were staying. Then, a 40 minute hike, a rocky descent, barely marked trails. And suddenly, it opened up. THAT view. 

More rocky descent. A secret beach. We hid our stuff in the cliff-face. Swam out into the Mediterranean Sea, to the rock island. Fell asleep in the sun. 

Maybe it was a dream. If it was, it was the best dream ever. 

%d bloggers like this: