I was going to call this entry Aix and Panes, given that I walked myself into an achey wreck and have seen a lot of stained glass windows, but everyone appears to pronounce Aix like eggs, rather than aches. Addes to that my main memory of Aix-en-Provence is being too tired to function and spending my time bouncing from bench to bench.
Yesterday I spent the day in Marseille and walked my socks off. Benefit of hindsight, I should have got the bus. I'm an idiot. I'm comfortable with that.
I spent the morning walking around the Frioul islands, made famous by Chateau d'If - where that Edmond Dante escaped from. I was promised 100 species of bird. I got a lot of seagulls. I spent the afternoon getting to / on the beach. Fairly average.
Aix-en-Provence is suitably Provencey. All herb shops, lilac covers and wooden window shutters. It managed to tick all the French clichés: onions, baguettes, berets. Good to know some things are based on fact.
So stained glass windows. I've seen a fair few over the weekend, and the bulk of them have been mighty impressive. One little criticism, they are all kind of similar. Just about all of them are four grumpy looking middle aged men staring into the mid distance. Surely there must be more to stained glass art than this?
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