One of our transatlantic cruises stopped in Marseilles from which we took a bus to Cassis. Perhaps a distant memory of the blackberry liqueur called to me.
What we found was a postcard perfect harbor village nestled under a horseshoe of cliffs.
It is a favorite tourist spot, but we were there in May before it became crowded. We enjoyed walking around the harbor and up the side streets.
But Cassis is a place that warrants lingering in a cafe before moving on to another cafe for a pre-dinner beverage and then spending the evening over an extended meal at yet another place. It is a place to relax and take your time. A half-day tour just doesn’t make the grade.
By the way, the liqueur crème de cassis comes from Burgundy, not Cassis.
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