Row, row, row your boat
Painters flock to places like Cassis because ot the old wooden boats. You won't see a bunch of easels propped up around the harbor in Monte Carlo and its mega-yachts.
The shapes, the colors, the pure lines, the reflections in Mediterranean blue: bees to honey.
This yellow one was called "Pamplemousse." I'm sure there was a clever reason to name it "Grapefruit" but darned if I can figure out what it could be.
Most mornings I watched a red and blue fishing boat motor back into the harbor. By the time I was having my café au lait at Bar de la Marine, the fish were already being sold out of a small light blue wooden tray.
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