Sitting outside our hotel in Cassis, sipping an apéritif and admiring the view, The Husband posed a question…
If I won the euromillions, would I choose Cassis or Châteauneuf-du-Pape?
That’s a tough question because you all know about my feelings for Châteauneuf-du-Pape. I’m really not sure. That’s how much I liked Cassis, I might take it over Mecca.
Let’s try and figure it out with some points for Cassis…
Point 1: me and my yacht.
(Look how happy I am. And I’m in white because I’m sailing to St Tropez to go to P.Diddy’s end of summer bash. P.Diddy throws one hell of a soiree, just don’t show up in any color other than white, Homeboy will freak out)
Point 2: stunning hotel balcony views
(although after winning the euromillions I’ll be enjoying the view from my yacht)
Point 3: cocktails at night
(the yellow one on the right is a Sex on the Beach… mmmm… tastes like Spring Break ’95)
Point 4: The amazing Restaurant Le Bonaparte
(If you ever find yourself in Cassis, you HAVE to eat here. Seriously fresh and inexpensive seafood and the owner/ chef visits every table to help you with your order. It was so busy they were turning people away, on a Wednesday night. Of course by the time you visit, I could be the owner)
Point 5: good morning Bloody Marys
(Unfortunately these did not taste like Texas; much more Tabasco and vodka is required. And I prefer celery to lemon, but I think if I win euromillions, I can hire a Texan to make them for me. Everyday. And they can pick up my Starbucks. Screw it, I’ll buy Starbucks)
I think I might have to choose Cassis.
If only I can find a way to sail my yacht to Châteauneuf-du-Pape.
And to win the euromillions.