We went to Port Grimaud today after I got back from driving Steve to the airport.
Port Grimaud, in case I haven't told you and you do not already know, is a smallish town built on the water. Like Venice, it has a few streets, but mostly it has water instead. Each house or estabilshment opens on the water, and people can keep their boats docked in their backyards. Unlike Venice, Port Grimaud is not large, nor is it ancient, nor do they speak Italian.
We went there and it happened to be market day. Ironically, we also hit merket days in St. Tropez, in Grimaud, and in Ste. Maxime. Apparently we have a knock for it.
We ignored the market (mostly) and ate at a small place with live music, then took a ferry boat ride through the "streets" of the city. Then we got home, and everyone collapsed, because somehow eating and sitting on a boat for twenty minutes is very extremely draining and we couldn't take it any more.
2 comments:
O, Port Grimaud! I love Port Grimaud! And all the markets! And the little ferry ride! And you & Steve & the kids & everyone who is over there! Boo hoo hoo, I wish I were there with you all! Have a - sniff sniff -- wonderful time. O, yes, please, send more pictures!
MORE PICTURES!!!!!!
Love, Aunt Anne-E.
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