Aix-press

So this might be primarily a Paris blog but here's some photos from a recent jaunt in the south of France, more specifically, Aix-en-Provence where the air is scented with lavender, albeit the dried variety sold at markets, and the Italian influence is tangible.



Le Carillion was our favourite restaurant. For 11 euros you received four dishes, each simple but delicious, served by waiters who had operated the cafe since 1956. A lovely spot where we wasted four hours on the first day, hiding from a gigantic storm which passed through the region. Despite our efforts, we still got soaked.



Jesus, holding a towel





David scribbling at a Pizza cafe. The Italian presence is obvious in the food, and the cars pumping bad music (oops, did Alice just make a cultural slur?)





The view from Plateau Bibemus. Alice saw a hill from the town and suggested we walk up it. The walk was over 10ks, much of it up hill, but we did see poppies along the way. And this view from the top was rather spectacular.