(Not quite) 24 hours in Marseille

My final visitor arrived in Paris last Wednesday. We'd planned a weekend trip to Marseille, which ended up getting cut short due to Sandy's imminent arrival in the U.S. So here's what we did in half a day or so.

Our plan was to take a half-day cruise along the Mediterranean. When we arrived at Vieux Port,  however, the tour company representative informed us that all trips had been cancelled due to high winds. She recommended that we instead try a train that would take us to the basilica at the top of the hill overlooking the port. We didn't have other plans, so we gave it a try.

The ride was beautiful. The pictures don't quite do justice to the color of the Mediterranean. 

We arrived at the basilica and our driver told us that we had 20 minutes to look around. The views were quite breathtaking.

When we returned to the parking lot 20 minutes later to find that our train was gone. We were left behind, along with four others. Fortunately, there was a public bus in the parking lot that went back to Vieux Port. We happily paid 3 euros for a ride back and considered ourselves lucky that we weren't hitch hiking down the hill. One couple went with us. The other couple, apparently new to French customer service, opted to call the tour company and demand that someone come pick them up. They are probably still waiting there.

Upon our return to Vieux Port, we found a restaurant crowded with locals and ordered salted cod and paella. The food was delicious. We both agreed it was the best shrimp we'd ever had. I tried one snail and decided that was enough.

We had a good time, but I'd say Marseille is probably only worth a day trip or as a base for touring around the coast or the rest of Provence.

Provence

Last weekend I met my parents in Provence. We ate, drank, canoed, and got fingerprinted by the police.

On Saturday, we took a canoe trip to see a Roman aqueduct. This was my first time canoeing in, oh, 20 years or so. I was not the most effective paddler. Unfortunately, I don't have pictures from the canoe trip because I didn't want to risk getting my camera wet. Here's a picture courtesy of the internet:

Unfortunately, when we got back to the car, the window was broken. Someone stole my mom's binoculars. We flagged down a police car that just happened to be driving through the parking lot, apparently because break ins are so common (note to small Provencal French town: a sign to this effect might have a chilling effect on break ins). We were invited to the police station, where the very nice officers dusted the car for fingerprints. Since my mom and I both touched the door handles before we realized the window was broken, we were fingerprinted. Neither of us can commit a crime in France now, as we are in the system. 

Here is the cute little hotel where we stayed (kudos to my mom for picking some excellent inns in both Burgundy and Provence with local charm and character).

After a post police station glass of wine, we headed into St. Remy for dinner. I'd made reservations at a place with good reviews on Trip Advisor. Interestingly, none of the reviews mentioned that the restaurant was also a clothing store.

We were a bit skeptical, especially because there were people trying on clothes as we sat down to dinner, the owner was both waiting our table and assisting his retail customers. The food, however, was delicious. The owner is of Italian descent and has some of his grandparents' recipes on the menu. My mom called it one of her two best meals ever. The owner sat down to dinner with his family across the restaurant from us.

After dinner we walked through picturesque St. Remy. 

On Sunday we drove through the Luberon. We hiked to a gorge and stumbled upon an olive grove. It was like something out of a Van Gogh painting.

We drove through the hill towns and vineyards (or rather, my dad drove through the hill towns on some pretty narrow and steep mountain roads).

We stopped in Isle sur la Sorgue before boarding our train back to Paris.

Other than the break in, Provence was lovely. So go, but don't leave your car unattended in a small town parking lot.

Burgundy

My parents arrived in Paris at the beginning of October. These are my parents in front of Notre Dame. Proof that they voluntarily visited a city. For fun!

After a few days in Paris, they headed to Burgundy and I met them there for the weekend. I haven't spent much time outside of Paris, so it was nice to see a bit more of the country.

We spent Saturday biking amongst the vineyards and small towns.

We did a wine tasting in a tiny little town on our bike route. A sign outside a house indicated that wine tasting was available. An older gentleman opened the front door and seemed surprised to see us, but invited us in for a tasting. We essentially sat at his dining room table while a man in his underwear washed the grape presser in the back. We tasted a couple wines and he told us (in French) about his wine. We got the gist of it. Afterwards, we got a tour of the grape presser. It was probably the most authentic wine tasting I'll ever have. Most French wineries are small, selling around 75,000 bottles a year (with the obvious exception of the Champagne region, which is looked down upon for its un-French marketing and commercialism). Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures. We were in someone's house and the French can be touchy about pictures. I learned this after getting reamed for taking a picture in a Paris bakery. Of bread. But I digress...

On day two in Burgundy, we went to a nearby town for market day and unsuccessfully searched for a canal (I'm told the canal was later found). We visited a medieval castle (that turned out to be more of a 19th Century castle).

I was mildly obsessed with this gorgeous red ivy.

We drove around the country side and did another wine tasting. We learned that wine tasting in France is just that-- a quick taste and then you're encouraged to dump your wine and move on to the next one. No lingering and looking at the scenery. This means you have the equivalent of two glasses of wine in about 15 minutes.

I headed back to Paris for work on Sunday evening. My parents headed to Provence... which will be featured in the next blog post. It's dinner time.

Parade

I've been fortunate enough to connect with some lovely ladies here in Paris. When they invited me to a parade on Sunday afternoon, I thought marching bands and floats. Turns out the parade was more like a concert. We joined the crowd at the Bastille and watched the bands come by on trucks. When you see one that you really like, you're supposed to follow it along the parade route. We chose to follow this float. It wasn't a band-- just a bunch of people dancing to music, with a few hundred of us following them. Definitely an interesting experience.