French Riviera - The Last Few Hours

The final day in France was spent soaking up as much of its glory as possible. Just around the corner from the hotel we discovered a very large market that apparently is buzzing every day. We sauntered through purchasing a baguette, cheese and olives for breakfast. Enjoyed looking at the fabrics and all of the other treats on display. Barrels of olives stood there teasing, I just had to have a few. I was shocked when one euro got me a full bag, way more than I could ever eat. Tom's parents ended up with half of the bag when we returned that evening.




We enjoyed our treats whilst sitting in the sun at a cafe in the port enviously gazing at the incredible yachts moored in front of us. All to soon it was time to make a move.

On our drive back to Marseille we realised we had a bit more time than we initially thought. Only one way to solve that problem... a beach stop! We followed signs to a small village off the main road where once again the french riviera laid beautifully before us. Tom quickly parked, we grabbed water and our blanket and ran into the hot sand. One more hour of laying in the sun and splashing in the warm clear water was the perfect way to end such a wonderful weekend.


I was sad to leave. Now I dream of the day when I can afford to gallivant through Cannes, Nice and St Tropez like the stars.

Thank you Laura for the glorious weekend.

Love