As the trip was essentially two days in France bookended by two days of travel, the itinerary was pretty simple: one day of sea, one day of mountains. Heading into the weekend, we were keeping an eagle eye on a threat of rain that danced constantly from Saturday to Sunday, waiting to see which 50% of our plans would be scuppered. As it happened, though, the first drops made their appearance just after sunset on Saturday, and by dawn the next day, the skies were clear once more. Quelle chance!
It was, therefore, an absolutely gorgeous morning for my first (figurative) taste of the Mediterranean:
