La Ciotat
La Ciotat is a charming spot, the Old Port is full of yachts and fishing boats and is surrounded by shops and cafes on three sides and by the massive cranes of a shipyard that builds and repairs oil tankers on the other. After Chris and John left, Sue and I strolled around the port taking in the almost too perfect harbour atmosphere – quiet cafes, strolling couples, the reflection of street lights rippling across the water of the harbour. We settled down at one of the cafes where I tucked into moules frites. Inside were a party from “Topolino” a British yacht we had first met in Avignon – two crusty old blokes and the charming partner of one of them, who clearly makes sure that the old blokes survive and have clean underpants. Outside, where we were sitting, three young Brits and Antipodeans were at a nearby table, the “Topolino” people explained that they were carrying out work on a boat in the harbour. Also outside a party of two ...