We checked out of the caravan park 1100. Spring complained of a sorer than usual mosquitoe bite and so we planned to stop at a chemist. Summer drove a couple of hours over to Cassis. Nice little place. It is basically an old French fishing Village that hasn’t really changed with time. It is really picture postcard nice.
We drove around the one way streets looking for a carpark to walk around the town. We found nothing and so went for a drive slightly out of town close to the Calanque, an inlet that is surrounded by large white rock cliffs. There is a park and some walking trails around the inlet but it was packed, so we eventually jagged a carpark on the way back into town. We had a walk around and saw some totally clear water and plenty of bodies on a small beach.
We soon realised that we were still a fair walk from the town centre so we went back to the car and drove back into town to find somewhere to stay, drop our bags, leave the car and go and enjoy the sun.
Summer double parked while I ran to a couple of hotels. We eventually picked the third one. A 1 star hostel for $106 euro a night. It was pretty steep for the room, it was tiny, no breakfast, no wifi and a small bathroom but we had harbour views out our window and we were one block back from the waterfront, so a close walk to everything.
After unloading the bags Summer went to find a carpark. It was 1400 by now and we were all pretty hungry so we grabbed a quick bite in town, visited the chemist to get some insect and disinfectant spray for Spring and then returned to the room to get our swimmers on and over to the Calanque again.
The rock formations are huge. We were just looking for somewhere we could go for a swim. We walked out to the headland to a spot we thought looked OK although it was not protected by the headland so a little rough. On closer inspection we found the only attire required at this spot was footwear so you don’t cut your feet on the rocks. Yes it was a nudist beach full of old French leather backs. I don’t think we got within 50 metres and we saw an old guy bending over to get his beach towel, he had no tan line, that’s all I can say. It was horrendous, after washing my eyeballs and asking if the kids are OK we left and walked over to the inlet and jetty area and had a swim there.
We watched as kids/teenage boys jumped off the rocks. It was pretty high. Autumn wanted to go for a jump. It looked more dangerous getting up there than jumping off and then we would have to swim from our area 200m over to the rock then climb the rock to jump, so I declined. Swimming in the cool water was great, we all dove in a few times before getting out and going for a walk up the jetty. It was a really long jetty. We then returned to the car, jagged a carpark in 1 of 4 spots in front of the hotel that you don’t have to pay for had a shower and then walked into the old town.
It is a traditionally French harbour town with old buildings lining the waterfront in a tight arch. We stopped off to get some dinner from the supermarket and then went to walk over to the beach for a picnic. We stumbled across a park filled with bocce courts but in Southern France the game is called ‘boule lyonnaise’. It was full on so we stopped in here instead and watched the action. The group playing in front of us was very serious and good. Their grouping was impeccable, don’t know if that is what it is called but all their balls were close to the jack and on a lot of the games the last player would look to drive the closest ball out of its position. It was entertaining while we ate our dinner. We finished dinner the same time they finished playing so we walked over to the beach and a slow walk back to tour hotel.
We sat on our tiny balcony watching the sun go down, the moon come up and the lights turn on the castle on the hill. We only had wifi in the restaurant downstairs and so thought we would look for our next place in the morning.