Restaurant Angelina, Cassis

For lunch at Cassis, mom decided to treat me at Angelina which was on Avenue Victor Hugo. The restaurant was well known in the town, especially for their bouillabaisse – a traditional Provençal fish stew.

We were ushered to a terraced dining area in the back of the restaurant.

It must have been to do with the timing of our visit – during an ordinary weekday’s afternoon, there weren’t many diners, only two couples apart from us two.

A waiting staff brought us a plate of crispy breads and a jar of olive paste.

It was a hot day and mom enjoyed a glass of chilled beer and I had a glass of Evian – someone had to drive, you see?

As a starter, we shared their famed bouillabaisse.

Well, the stew did differ from our expectation. We expected it to be one of those typical bouillabaisse which would arrive laden with shellfish and fish meat in tomato based broth. However the one ladled into our bowls was all brown and very thick liquid. ‘Bon appétit!’, mom and I both looked at each other as soon as the smiley waiter left our table. ‘Is this the bouillabaisse?!’ I dipped a spoon and tasted the liquid. Mmmm, the stew was very rich and flavoursome. Mom tasted a mouthful too and agreed enthusiastically, ‘Oh dear, it is very intense, isn’t it?’

After the stew, we had tempra of sardines with red pepper purée…

Risotto of scallops…

And pan-fried swordfish…

It was a feast!

After lunch, we did some gift shopping at one of town’s confectionaries and headed back to a car park.

Now, we must hurry because we have another place of interest on our itinerary!

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Cassis Calanques Cruise

Oh my god, more than a year has passed since I visited Cassis with mom! I really must continue with our chronicle or otherwise all the details will fade from my memory…

Since I came back from Japan, I plunged into my No.1 passion, hockey!

I miss my mom but I am also relieved to be back into my normality in London. 😊🏒💕

Now then, I shall jog my memory and report about our mini cruise around Cassis’s spectacular inlets.

During the peak season, cruise ships left every fifteen minutes and the tickets were bought from the ticketing office by the harbour…

There were three kinds of cruising – 45 minutes, 60 minutes and 90 minutes, depending on how many inlets the ships would visit.

We opted for the 45 minutes one.

The weather was perfect for cruising!

Despite being weekday, the harbour was busy with tourists who were also eager to visit the famous Calanques.

We managed to find seats on the upper deck.

By the way, he wasn’t a captain…

We waited about 20 minutes until all the seats were fully taken. And then, the ship started the engine and we moved out of the harbour…

The sea breeze we enjoyed while we waited under the bright sunlight in the harbour turned more like gust as soon as we were into the open sea and I was very glad that I didn’t forget to bring a jacket.

I must say we were very lucky to visit the Cassis that day because the weather went down hill from the next day.

During the 45 minutes’ cruising, we visited three inlets.

The blueness of the water was breathtaking. Where the depth of the water was deep, it was beautiful sapphire blue and it turned to shimmering turquoise blue where it was shallower…

Who wouldn’t love to spend a day on a boat, doing nothing other than picnic and chilling out?

Eventually, our time was up and the ship headed back to the harbour.

Now, we will have some nice lunch! Mom and I alighted the ship and started to walk towards the town centre…

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Mornin’!! Guess where I am?

I’m in Nagano, Japan! I arrived at my mum’s place 15 days ago and I have been keeping her company ever since.

Some of you may know that she had a knee replacement surgery in March and she is still recovering from it. The operation went very well and her knee is getting stronger day by day. However, discomforts, such as swelling and fatigue which are typical of post-surgery, are still there and she becomes anxious about it time to time.

‘Don’t worry, mum. What you are experiencing now is nothing unique after the surgeries like yours.’, I comfort her. I am an expert when it comes to recovering from an orthopaedics surgery because I broke my own elbow and hand in pretty messy manners on separate occasions in the past and went through laborious recovery processes.

Twice a day, mum performs a set of exercises, which was prescribed by her physiotherapist when she was discharged from the hospital. The exercises involve stretching and flexing the operated knee, using a Dyna Band and a physio ball. ‘The knee still doesn’t move like before.’, she laments as she demonstrates the routine. ‘I feel sorry for you but you mustn’t be discouraged, mum.’, I try to console her. I know how frustrating the healing process is because I went through it myself.

Now, I shall present a few Japanese sceneries I captured during my journey.

Hello, Japan! I’m home…

After picking up a mobile Wifi, I headed to Tokyo Station with my suitcase in tow via an airport monorail and JR Yamanote-line…

Looking over the station square at Shinbashi from the train…

Quintessential sceneries of Japanese bullet trains…

I realise that I am truly in Japan every time I see those futuristic trains coming and going…

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Très très triste…

I am devastated by the news of the fire which gave an extensive damage to Norte-Dame, Paris. The sight of the spire being consumed by the flame was sickening and like the rest of onlookers, I felt helpless and very very sad.

My only visit to the cathedral was more than twenty years ago but I vividly remember the scale of this special place. The vaulted ceiling was awe-inspiringly high and the space had this atmosphere which was best described as “otherworldly”. The atmosphere was calm and serene despite the murmurs of by the visitors and made me envious of local Parisians who were lucky enough to call the place as their local church.

I have learnt from the latest news that the famous stained glass may not have survived and I feel numb from the shock. Why this has happened? The cathedral survived something as destructive as WWll, then succumbed to the fire caused by probably a human error during a restoration work. It’s too ironic and sad.

I don’t want to be fearful but the present world seems to be a full of calamities and it depresses me. This is not my excuse about not updating my blog but I am simply not in the mood to write anything…

La Tarte Tropézienne, Cassis

Cassis, a reputed coastal town of Côte d’Azur, was about half hour drive from Aix-en-Provence. Visiting the town was earmarked to be one of our road trip’s highlights and we were praying for good weather.

And our player was answered! We found a gorgeous blue sky over our head. A perfect weather for visiting the seaside.

We came off from A50 and went through a few hairpin curves…

‘I don’t see any coastline yet.’, mum complained. Guardrails were cutting the line of our sights and the only things we could see was the blue sky and the line of trees.

The traffic slowed down as we approached a toll gate…

I can’t recall how much the toll was but it was around €3.00?

After driving through narrow and winding streets of Cassis’s residential area, we arrived at a very smart carpark. The place was modern and stylish with a fancy ironwork and colour scheme. Even though the charges weren’t cheap but I was impressed by most of the French public car parks in their towns and cities. They seemed to be well designed and pleasant to park a car. And we always felt safe.

‘Wow! It’s busy!’ Despite being weekday morning, the car park was almost full and we had to park in the lowest level. How busy will it be during the high season!, mum and I shook our heads with disbelief.

I don’t know about you but the sight made me very nostalgic…

It reminded me of the illustrations of my all time French children’s book, Caroline et ses amis, á la mer…

All those pinwheels, who will buy them, you may wonder. But the atmosphere of seaside is such, I would have been lure to buy one if my rational side of me didn’t stop me!

The first settlers of Cassis were the Ligures who arrived at the shore around 500 BC. They were originally from the north-western Italy and they established their lives by fishing and farming.

Today’s Cassis is a popular tourist destination and the place is teeming with visitors who want to visit its famous cliffs and inlets.

A well-presented town centre…

Despite the aged appearance, the buildings were well maintained and the tiled streets and pavements were immaculately clean. The town was very smart.

Look mum, La Tarte Tropézienne!

La Tarte Tropézienne is a chain patisserie which has branches mainly in the South of France. They sell not only the famous tarte Tropézienne but also more usual French cakes and pastries.

Tarte Tropézienne! They came in different sizes…

Let’s have some with coffee before we go cruising, mum!

Doesn’t it look cute?

It was delicious too! While we enjoyed our morning treat, I chatted with a staff who made up delicious coffee. She was shocked to hear that I drove from London all on my own. She was even more impressed when I told her that I would drive back to the UK, tracing the eastern side of France.

‘By the way, is there any public convenience nearby?’

She told us that there was one in a town square which was adjacent to the shop.

Place Baragnon…

The square with a fountain seemed to be also a home for several ducks…

Hey guys, do you know where is a public toilet?

The public loo was in the north corner of the square and it was one of those “automated” kinds. I had seen a similar one in London for years but never had the courage to use one.

Oh well, I’ve got to bite the bullet now because I have to test drive it before sending mum in!

The loo wasn’t dirty but it was a bit scary. In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help worrying if the door wouldn’t unlock and I would be trapped inside!

Thankfully, no such thing happened and I sent mum to use it too. However, I stood right next to the door and kept on asking her if everything was ok. It must have been a peculiar sight for the passers by…

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