Cassis

This Sunday was spent at the sea-side village of Cassis. Sans camera but full of sensations:

-Sitting on a pebble beach. Warm sun, cold water, cool wind.
-Sifting through pebbles to find the loveliest fragments of sea glass; blue, green, white and perfectly smoky.
-Squeals of little naked children as the water met their feet.
-My double decker ice cream cone of grapefruit and mandarin melting faster than I could eat it.
-Watching the old men play pétanque.
-Boat ride around the white cliffed, brush covered calanques.
-Well-dressed older women clutching sprigs of olive branches for Palm Sunday.
-Walking through warm, deserted streets. Linen drying from the windows in fragrant rows.
-Musical melange of guitar, carnival ride, passing mopeds, waves, and the hum of a thousand content voices.