On Thursday, Bastille Day, we're off to Aix-en-Provence, sans Mindy or Mary Ellen, who stayed home to rest. The famous Cours Mirabeau was deserted. We found, and consumed, Bechard's.
After the requisite latté to go with our sugar buzz, we started exploring and peeking into windows. The old section is perfect for walking, with narrow streets, a cathedral, and of course cafés everywhere.
This may have been our most beautiful day in France; clear, sunny, both warm and cool. And this flower market, with serenading musicians, was the most beautiful moment of that perfect day.
Fountains: Aix must have hundreds of them. They're everywhere, all gorgeous and provide irresistible photo opps. I was heartbroken to leave Aix that day, already dreading the end of our trip. And oddly, we didn't see any Bastille day celebrations.
On Thursday, Bastille Day, we're off to Aix-en-Provence, sans Mindy or Mary Ellen, who stayed home to rest. The famous Cours Mirabeau was deserted. We found, and consumed, Bechard's. 
After the requisite latté to go with our sugar buzz, we started exploring and peeking into windows. The old section is perfect for walking, with narrow streets, a cathedral, and of course cafés everywhere. 
This may have been our most beautiful day in France; clear, sunny, both warm and cool. And this flower market, with serenading musicians, was the most beautiful moment of that perfect day. 
Fountains: Aix must have hundreds of them. They're everywhere, all gorgeous and provide irresistible photo opps. I was heartbroken to leave Aix that day, already dreading the end of our trip. And oddly, we didn't see any Bastille day celebrations.
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