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Cassis - Wading in the Mediterranean

We planned to visit Cassis, a town on the coast and in the Calanques (Parc National des Calanques). The park is a 200 sq mile national park covering both land and the Mediterranean as an underwater park. Calanques mean inlet, and the inlets here have high stone cliffs and pebble beaches. The rocky and rugged landscape will make you grab onto something going around a curve. It is dry, but there is much biodiversity, including eagles and the largest lizard in Europe. Cassis is not far from Marseille, and even Marseille includes part of the park.

We could drive, but we already turned in our car. We could take the train, but that seemed a bit complicated and longer than taking the bus. We decided on bus. After a metro ride to the bus stop, we collected with others, trying to read the signs and be sure we were in the right place. We were.

The ride was exciting. There are only low stone walls as guardrails and no match for a loaded bus, which would have a long way to roll down the steep ravines. Again, this was dry, scrubby, rocky terrain.

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Cassis was larger than I expected, maybe 8,000 people, large enough for a train station. The bus stop was at the Gendarmerie, on the edge of downtown. Gendarmes are the national police in France, as opposed to the local police, who deal only with more minor issues. We followed the other passengers and arrived in a bustling downtown of narrow streets packed with tables from the stores. It was a big market day, not a farmer’s market but a store sale. We were hungry, and every place was crowded with people eating and drinking wine. Finally, we ended up again at a sandwich shop and were adequately fed.

We walked to the beach and then waded into the Mediterranean. Cindy and Sally went searching for sea glass. I sat on a wall and admired the view, but bikinis mostly obscured that. I like France.,

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Eventually, we returned to our bus stop and rode home to Marseille. There was time for a short nap, then supper.

We walked down the hill to our neighborhood restaurant for our last night in Marseille. It is unusual that we eat in the same place twice. We are exploring and don’t want to make any premature decisions on restaurants, but the place is friendly, and food is good.

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At home, we were again faced with the lock, and Cindy and I felt a bit intimidated. There is no good reason we can’t figure out how to lock and unlock a French lock.

Another perfect day.

Posted by Deuxenvacances 14:52 Archived in France

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