Left Beaulieu this morning and set the gps to take me to Aigues-Mort a fortified village in the middle of the Carmagues. The Carmargues are marshlands famous for their white horses and black bulls. Sadly the morning was overcast with odd patches of drizzle so I didn't explore the ramparts around the village, which are still intact, just wandered around the cobbled streets. Another photo of food for you, this time a selection of salami style sausages, from the left: bull, duck, donkey & boar!
The next step of my trip took me through the Carmargues, a mixture of swamps, grape vines, olive trees and paddocks for the horses or bulls. I stumbled across this chateau and had a wander round, not that great as a visit but it was free so can't really complain! ....love gargoyles!
So carried on to my next destination Martigues, famous for it's salt production. Had a bit of trouble finding a park, ended up winding my way through tiny little one way roads and doing a few laps of a carpark before stopping to eat my lunch beside the water.
Not entirely sure whether this was a rivermouth, a canal or the sea. The man fishing caught nothing while I was there!
The trickiest part of the trip followed. Had to get from one side of Marseille to the other. That city is gigantic! Managed fine, started on fly-overs then went into a series of tunnels that go right under the city, they go for kilometers....freaky! So having safely made it to the otherside I proceeded on to Cassis, a small fishing village, which is more a tourist spot these days. They still have the traditional fishing boats lined up in the port, and the village is overlooked by the compulsory Chateau!
Rewarded myself with a cup of coffee at a cafe on the waters edge.
Final leg of the day was from Cassis to Ollioules. I wanted to take the coastal route, but the GPS had other ideas and I ended up on the autoroute instead....sigh! Still, it meant that I arrived at Veronques place in good time with plenty of daylight left. Her village is typical, built on a hill, with tiny little one way roads barely wide enough for a car! After a few laps of the village I phoned and she came and found me! Dropped off suitcase, then drove to parking place a couple of blocks away.
After catching my breath and a cup of tea we drove to the next village, Sanary, which is beside the sea. Again cute little local fishing boats fill the port, very picturesque. Wandered around the port and up the hill admiring the houses that went with the Audi's and Mercedes.
So quite a full and satisfying day.