Cannes and Sanary-sur-Mer

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The first expo­sure to France was land­ing at Cannes. It was hot, extremely muggy, full of peo­ple prepar­ing for the upcom­ing Cannes film fes­ti­val. Tourists all over the place, and the locals seemed annoyed at them already. In the fist pic­ture you can see the many tents along the harbour-front ready for the red carpet.

We walked around town, Strolling through the old parts of town and through the mar­ket streets tak­ing some pic­tures and hav­ing the locals gen­er­ally con­fused by a keen inter­est in to their cul­ture. (Brian: I saw some baguettes lean­ing up against a door­way and thought it would make a fun pic­ture. As I was tak­ing the shot, a local walked by and mut­tered under her breath, “c’est seule­ment du pain, Mon­sieur” mean­ing “it’s only bread, sir”).

We did our best to hide in the shade, and wan­dered back to the boat in the after­noon to get away from the crazi­ness of the film fes­ti­val set-up.

Brandi sched­uled a full-body mas­sage on the boat and and Brian had a nap. As the boat was prepar­ing to leave the dock, a sud­den cloud burst rolled through the port made for some very inter­est­ing and fun cloud photos.

Sanary-sur-Mer is said to be the sun­ni­est place in France. It is sur­rounded by wooded hills that pro­tect the town, bay and fine sand beaches from the strong mis­tral wind. We signed up for an excur­sion to Aix-en-Provence (Aix pro­nounced Ex) and boarded a bus tour where we were dri­ven to town about an hour away upon arriv­ing we were led on a guided tour of the old town.

With sun-dappled squares, lux­u­ri­ant foun­tains, and Paul Cézanne’s hal­lowed stu­dio, this cap­ti­vat­ing uni­ver­sity town is con­sid­ered the main hub of Provence and the most cul­tural town in the region.

 

After the tour we had some free time to explore Aix-en-Provenance and we quickly found a cafė for our first expe­ri­ence of the French cafė lifestyle. In a word, amaz­ing! In the back­ground of the pic­ture below, is the old­est con­tin­u­ally oper­at­ing cafė in France.

We returned to Sanary-sur-Mer and wan­dered around the main harbor-front find­ing nat­u­rally grow­ing birds of par­adise flow­ers grow­ing all around. Even­tu­ally we returned to the ship for din­ner and drinks.

 

5 days, the countdown is on!

In five days, we board our plane to Ams­ter­dam, then Rome. One week from right now, we will be asleep on our first night of our cruise, some­where along the NW coast of Italy.

 

Recently the cruise-line emailed to notify us that our sec­ond port of call had changed. Orig­i­nally we were going to the small North­ern Italy port of Portofino on the sec­ond day of our cruise, but appar­ently the Ital­ian gov­ern­ment has changed some cruise ship rules around anchor­ing in cer­tain areas (Insert Costa Con­cor­dia joke here). This made enough changes to how and where the cruise could anchor that they had no choice but to change the port of call to some­thing more accommodating.

 

This should have been where we were going:

 

Now, we are going to Por­tovenere — which looks beau­ti­ful and sounds inter­est­ing too, so we don’t really mind. There seem to be some cas­tle ruins, and there is an excur­sion to Cinque Terre! Of course we were in Cinque Terre in 2008, but we loved it and would love to see it again — this time via boat and ran­dom stops for the regions famous focac­cia bread.

 

Our port of call Portovenere:

The Cinque Terre national park; we vis­ited here in 2008:

 

We have also been try­ing firm up what we would like to do after we dis­em­bark from the cruise. The plan is right now to visit Eze, Nice and a few of the other towns in the riv­iera region of France before we make our way over to Mont St. Michel and then to Paris. Ah Paris in the spring time, what could be finer? Notre Dame, cat­a­combs, la tour Eif­fel! il ya telle­ment de choses à faire!

Obvi­ously we do need to get to Ams­ter­dam and must ensure we leave enough time for that leg of the adventure.

It hardly seems real, it’s really a dream vaca­tion… We are so lucky to be able to have these won­der­ful adventures!