La Ciotat: who knew?
It seems like on any trip there's always one place that really
surprises you. This time it was La Ciotat, the port just east of
Cassis. Unless you're a film buff making a pilgrimage to where
the Lumière brothers made the first
film (what a name -- it's as if the Wright brothers had been called
Orville and Wilbur Air) -- noone seems to have
much nice to say about the place.
However, I found a sun
dappled little square, complete with burbling fountain and
a wonderful café. And after the requisite sketching session,
stumbled on to Le Fresque, overlooking the port -- the kind
of restaurant where the chef sends out little amuse bouches. The
little pastry packets filled with tapenade on a warm chevre that
came after that were a culinary highlight of the trip for me.
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