Yesterday we drove to Cassis, a charming little port village.  It took us 40 minutes to get there and only 45 minutes to park. We were there on a weekday during shoulder season, and it was packed.  We can’t imagine what it’s like during the summer.  Getting parked was a bit frustrating, but once we were there it was worth it.

In Cassis is a row of restaurants and cafes along the Mediterranean port. Everyone sits back and enjoys watching the fisherman bring in the fresh catch of the day. Our plan was to have a late lunch (around 2:30) – we were really looking forward to the fresh seafood. But to our surprise, all the restaurants shut down from 2:00 – 7:30, so we couldn’t get seated. Needless to say, at 7:30, we were the first ones at the restaurant.

After spending a few days driving here we can’t say enough how grateful we are for GPS.  Part of the difficulty is there are no street signs at intersections. It is almost impossible to know what street you are approaching.  Another problem for us is that we have to drive through Marseille, which is a big city with a lot of construction and road closures.  An example of this was driving home last night.  The GPS told us to exit, but when we approached the exit, it was closed. The beauty of GPS…we kept driving and it recalculated our way home.  Before GPS this could have been a huge problem involving intense studying of maps and snapping at your spouse.  Thank God for technology.

Btw, Brent is feeling better, so it looks like the visit to the French doctor is paying off.