After Aix-en-Provence our intrepid band of merry travelers loaded back into the Mercedes minivan and continued on to Cassis (not the blackcurrant berry but rather the fishing village and beach resort). Our first view of this picturesque village occurred when we crested the hills above and set out on foot on Cap Canaille — the highest sea cliffs in France.
The main show however wasn’t the view. It was the nearby group rappelling down those cliffs from heights that made me cringe just thinking about it.
After making our way down from the cliffs, we were greeted by an exquisite little village right out of 1950s French cinema. Oh, and, the cheese was great.
Ursula and I bought some and later put it on a couple of ham-laden baguettes during our lunch break in Marseille. Here’s today’s photo gallery of this seaside charmer: