It's Me, Sara Louise

Oh Cassis, I love you so. 

You’re quaint, charming, and just the right size. Plus you don’t attract all of that St.Tropez riff raff. 

The next stop on Staycation 2012 was Cassis. It was possibly also everyone’s next stop because boy oh boy was it crowded, but that’s OK, Cassis is worth the hassle. 

We were meeting Mr. & Mrs. London for lunch but had some time before we met them. The ladies wandered off to visit the port side shops while The Husband and I grabbed a table in the sun for an apéro. I called Mrs. London to see if they had arrived. She had and she was with my mother. Huh?

My mother had been standing on the port having a look around when she spotted these wedges tottering about…

That’s how one spots Mrs. London… by her footwear. 

Reunited with Mr. & Mrs. London and the Golden Girls (as christened by Mr. London), we set off for lunch at my favorite spot in Cassis, Restaurant Le Bonaparte. Only, we got lost on the way. And I even had directions written down. Do you think The Husband cares about directions? Of course he doesn’t. But we followed him anyway as he weaved us deeper and deeper into the maze of the little streets behind the port, assuring us that he knew where he was going. He didn’t. 

Eventually we made it, and taking up a large table outside, set about to do what we went there to do, eat seafood and drink the local crisp white wine. 

Heaping plates of shrimp, mussels and scallops were placed in front of us to start followed by loup-de-mer (sea bass) and dourado. Oh so scrumptious. 

The Husband and Mr. London were happy to be together again. At one point they even tried to separate their table from the group so they could have some alone time. Ridiculous. And there were underpants comparisons… whose pants were shinier? Well according to The Husband, Mr. London’s pants are sparkly, his are shiny. So glad we got that cleared up. 

After lunch, a relaxing boat tour of the Calanques was in order. 

For the record, bumping along the Mediterranean breathing in the gasoline fumes that are pouring out of the boat may not be the best way to digest your weight in seafood, but that didn’t stop Mrs. London from enjoying herself…

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