All Quiet on the Riviera
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the promenades packed with people, every table taken at the cafés. The
Cannes film festival is in full swing. But in sleepy Cassis, five miles
east of Marseilles, there are plenty of seats available for dinner,
just a few strollers enjoying the sun on the quayside, and even room
for a mat or two on the sandy beach.
Cassis
begins to get crowded in late June and stays that way through July and
August. But during the shoulder-season months of the spring and fall
the sun is warm, the water offers a cooling dip, and the cafés and
restaurants have a relaxed, laid-back feel and seats to spare.
You
have your choice of accommodations, from the intimacy of the seven-room
Jardin d’Emile; its rosy walls tucked into the cliffside, to the four
star Les Roches Blanches, with its dramatic views of Cap Calanque, a
ruddy cliff towering over the tiny harbor.
months, avoiding the searing heat of the summer, are also best for
relishing the outdoors. Perfect for a hike, a boat excursion to the
majestic calanques, or a stroll along the cobbled lanes lined with
faded rainbow façades.
Just set free from
a long transatlantic flight and anxious to be outdoors, my husband and
I follow the signs along the road out of town to “Les Calanques”. These
spectacular limestone inlets, reachable only by boat or on foot,
shelter dazzling turquoise water so clear that the shadows of floating
yachts are clearly visible on the seafloor. Some of the cliffs
tower 1300 feet above the crystalline Mediterranean.
One
of France’s national hiking trails, the Grand Randonnee 98, begins at
the parking lot near Port Miou, the first of the three calanques
closest to Cassis. This trail can take you all the way to Marseilles –
an 11-hour trek. We follow the red and white trail markers to
Port Miou, from which stone was cut decades ago for the Suez Canal.
Today it shelters a marina.
Eager to see a
more unspoiled inlet, we hike westward to the ridge above the next
calanque, Port Pin. Gazing down on the tiny beach, we watch groups of
hikers resting on the sand before tackling the more difficult one-hour
hike to En Vau, the most spectacular of the trio of inlets. We decide
to save En Vau’s dramatic white cliffs and needle-pointed rocks for
another day, and make our way back to Port Miou, where we watch a
couple of swimmers braving the chilly crystal-clear water.
for some fresh Mediterranean seafood, we drive back to town. Cassis’
colorful quayside is lined with cafes – some offering a local specialty
of raw sea urchins, washed down with a glass of crisp white Cassis
wine. We wind our way up the cobbled alleyways lined with tall narrow
houses behind the port. Attracted by Le Dauphin’s menu of reasonably
priced regional specialties, we choose a table by the window.
Beginning
with the signature apéritif of Provence, a cool pastis, we enjoy one
delicious course after another. The soupe de poisson is especially
tasty, with its accompaniment of croutons and rouille, a spicy red
mayonnaise. The filet de rouget, a delicious rockfish, simply dressed
with olive oil and herbs and grilled to perfection, couldn’t be
fresher.
strenuous hike, sleep comes easily, and we wake to a quiet sunny
morning. Café crème on the terrace of the Café de la Mer clears out the
cobwebs as we gaze out on the shimmering Mediterranean.
Just
to fascinate us, it seems, six miniature sailboats go by, each
connected to the one ahead – it must be a sailing class! Then another
neat little row of bright dinghies bob into sight, towed by a rubber
raft out to sea for the first session of the day.
Our
next stop is the friendly tourist office, which offers plentiful
information about Cassis, boat excursions, hikes and a multitude of
area attractions. Looking forward to seeing the beautiful calanques
from the water, we buy boat tickets that will allow us to get off and
stay as long as we want at En Vau.
As we cruise
out of port, the captain of the Durandal tells the passengers, in
French, then in English, about the town, resorts and homes, the cliffs,
and landmarks we’re passing.
Nudging up to the
rocky cliff about 200 meters from shore in the narrow calanque, he
gives us a hand off of the prow to the closest rock. This is a
path to shore? We make our way carefully to the beach, using our hands
almost as much as our feet as we climb up and then down the rocky
trail. The secluded cove is worth the climb. The world seems far away
as we relax on the rocky shore – not a concession stand in sight, the
quiet lap of the sea lulling us to a nap.
This charming and serene
corner of France, just a short drive from the glitz and bustle of the
Riviera, invites us to relax and take it easy. We leave it behind with
memories of a quaint, colorful port, the bluest and clearest water
we’ve ever seen, and delightful days in the sun.
Copyright (c) Anne Woodyard