Ten Days in Paris: A Digital Diary of Our Adventure, Huitième Jour: My Very Own Happy Place
Juedi matin we left Aix en Provence, rented a car, and headed to the Mediterranean. We drove along the coast and stopped first at Cassis, a small beach town outside of Marseille. While there we indulged in lemon merengue flavored gelato and soaked up some rays near the water. I collected my fair share of the infinite small & smooth pebble stones, along with many pieces of olive, turquoise & clear sea glass. Around noon we decided to move on to the next town along the coast and soon we were driving through la Route des Crêtes, a road famous for its views. We stopped to relish in the scenic vision. The horizon was a blur from the foggy deep blue sea & the rocky islands that emerged from them, the cliffs were decorated with grassy emerald wildlife, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The dreamy site became a memory to last a lifetime.
Soon we found ourselves in San Tropez, a luxurious beach famous for famously rich yacht owners and the habitual celebrity visit. While enjoying a light lunch & a cold beer we observed the endless rows of oversized boats & yachts and dreamed of their possible owners. Later we endured the dreadful beach traffic and finally arrived in our place of rest, Nice. Alike the other Mediterranean beaches, Nice is just as surreal, the water is calm and the beaches are filled with large smooth stones that remind me of a tranquil zen garden. The setting stimulates a feeling of peacefulness that I hope will linger eternally. My very own happy place.