People from this area pronounce Cassis without the final S. But if you want to sound like a local, it's not enough, you need to speak with this so called singing accent. A good exercice is to drink one or two "pastagas" with some fishermen it should ease things out. Maybe, even try four or five pastagas.
Or Six.
This bar, near the roman arena in Arles is in the sunlight and in the shade, Sol y Sombra.
Stormy january light on Sanary's harbour. Its gloomy feeling might have inspired Aldous Huxley who wrote "Brave new world" there.
Where the land meets the Mediterranean sea.
These clifs are made of puddingstones, which french climbers call "Poudingue", with or without the southern accent.
From afar, If it weren't for the roofs, one wouldn't distinguish between the village and the mountain.
Walking around Figueras train station, I met Zeus gran carga.
La Mercé, is a grand fiesta in Barcelona, concerts, sport and cultural events and a fun fair on Port Veil for more then a week.
The Sant Estve church in Vilaür was built between the 12th and the 16th century. Obviously, the car are more recent.
Don't be puzzled by this kaleidoscopic glass puzzle, it's only what one sees when looking up the Torre Mare Nostrum near la Barceloneta.
In Perelada, like anywhere else in Spain, between 12 and 5 pm, there are in the streets, only cats and tourists. And Sometime not even cats.
