Third stop: Aix-en-Provence. Known for being the home of none other than the painter Cézanne, it was hard not to be inspired walking the streets of this bourgeois town. The streets were swarming with a largely younger crowd of University students. Wandering the side streets at night in search of a worthy restaurant, it was mildly reminiscent of “Midnight in Paris”; pockets of light and laughter would appear down unlikely allies, pulling us in (although unfortunately, Cézanne did not make an appearance).
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| Roasted chestnuts |
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| Jamming in the street |
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| Stamps at the local market |
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| Classic! |
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| Piles of mushrooms |
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| Jess |
Fourth stop: Lyon. The supposed culinary capital of France (I find this hard to believe because there seems to be good food everywhere), Lyon is what I would describe as clean, proper and precise compared to Aix. This being said, we were there for a scant 12 hours, so it’s hard to judge. From what I saw, it was beautiful, and merits a return visit for further exploration. The highlight was the grandiose nature of its architecture, and beautiful fountains.
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| Hôtel de Ville at night |
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