This weekend -- as promised -- I met up with my dad in the Var. The only thing I can liken this to, for you non-French residents/visitors, is the regional separations are sort of like states in the U.S. But not as "autonomous." Anyways, I left the Alpes-Maritimes district to see what the next section of coast one hour to the west looked like -- in the spring.
My dad got a bit of spring fever and wanted to ditch Annecy for the weekend because supposedly a big storm was coming through, though it's supposed to snow tomorrow so I don't think he's really escaping much. And as for me, the weather here is basically the same as it is over on the western coast (minus the evil Mistral winds they get near Marseille) so I just wanted an excuse to go hang out!
Luckily, our friends over in Forcalqueiret decided to move their weekly gathering up one week because next weekend marks the municipal elections. And it turns out that Jean-Claude is running yet again for the mayor of Forcalqueiret. Now you can't really prepare and serve a six-course meal for 20-ish people on the day of the elections, can you? He's supposed to be out kissing babies or some garbage like this -- which he essentially was all Sunday morning once the meal was ready to go.
But the biggest surprise of the weekend was our trip to La Ciotat. After three different trips out to Forcalqueiret and the Var, my dad and I collectively decided we were getting a bit tired of Toulon. Obviously, we wanted to stay on the beach especially with the lovely 19 degree (Celsius) weather we had last weekend. So we made our way towards Marseille -- uncharted territory for both of us -- and went on a mission to find something neat slash go wine tasting!
And this is what we found:
Nothing says you're serious like a bowl of Moules-Frites and a glass of rosé in the South of France!
...and then my camera battery died. [[Always carry around an extra battery pack/charger.]] So I can't show you the massive drop-off cliff that lays just outside of the camera's scope and into theocean, excuse me, (Mediterranean) sea. But trust me, it was gorgeous! So much that we're probably going to be heading back there towards the end of the month.
My dad got a bit of spring fever and wanted to ditch Annecy for the weekend because supposedly a big storm was coming through, though it's supposed to snow tomorrow so I don't think he's really escaping much. And as for me, the weather here is basically the same as it is over on the western coast (minus the evil Mistral winds they get near Marseille) so I just wanted an excuse to go hang out!
Luckily, our friends over in Forcalqueiret decided to move their weekly gathering up one week because next weekend marks the municipal elections. And it turns out that Jean-Claude is running yet again for the mayor of Forcalqueiret. Now you can't really prepare and serve a six-course meal for 20-ish people on the day of the elections, can you? He's supposed to be out kissing babies or some garbage like this -- which he essentially was all Sunday morning once the meal was ready to go.
But the biggest surprise of the weekend was our trip to La Ciotat. After three different trips out to Forcalqueiret and the Var, my dad and I collectively decided we were getting a bit tired of Toulon. Obviously, we wanted to stay on the beach especially with the lovely 19 degree (Celsius) weather we had last weekend. So we made our way towards Marseille -- uncharted territory for both of us -- and went on a mission to find something neat slash go wine tasting!
And this is what we found:
Nothing says you're serious like a bowl of Moules-Frites and a glass of rosé in the South of France!
...and then my camera battery died. [[Always carry around an extra battery pack/charger.]] So I can't show you the massive drop-off cliff that lays just outside of the camera's scope and into the
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