Marseille & Dijon~ Sept 2000~ part 2

Part 1 HERE

We decided to hire a scooter and do a day trip across to St. Tropez, a hairy ride to say the least, but fun.

ST.Tropez was absolutely heaving with people, but we got down to the beach, and did our sunbathing thing. To be honest I’m not a fan of crowded beaches, or any crowds really!

The building at the top there is The Citadel, built in the 1600’s. Nowadays that’s where I’d be with my camera!

My favourite part of the holiday was when we stayed overnight in Dijon on the way back home. We had time to explore the town and came across lovely old buildings.

love the cat and bird on top of the roof in this next one

The people in Dijon were really friendly and restored my faith in the French people!

 

 

 

 

Marseille & Dijon ~ Sept 2000 ~ part 1~Marseille

Back in 2000 I went on a road trip with my pal Gaz. Neither of us could afford a ‘proper’ holiday so we decided to drive down to the South of France, find a B&B soak up some rays, and explore the area for a while. We ended up in Marseille. It has an interesting history, named Massilia, a Greek colony originally, being founded around 600BC and populated by settlers from Phocaea (modern Turkey). It became the preeminent Greek city in the Hellenized region of southern Gaul. The city-state sided with the Roman Republic against Carthage during the Second Punic War (218-201 BC), retaining its independence and commercial empire throughout the western Mediterranean even as Rome expanded into Western Europe and North Africa. However, the city lost its independence following the Roman Siege of Massilia in 49 BC, during Caesar’s Civil War, in which Massalia sided with the exiled faction at war with Julius Caesar.

Ships have docked for more than 26 centuries at the city’s birthplace, the colourful old port, and it remains a thriving harbour for fishing boats, pleasure yachts and tourists. Guarding either side of the harbour are Fort St-Nicolas and Fort St-Jean, founded in the 13th century by the Knights Hospitaller of St John of Jerusalem and we took a boat trip out to see them.

Porte d’Aix (also known as the Porte Royale) is a triumphal arch in Marseille, in the south of France, marking the old entry point to the city on the road from Aix-en-Provence. The classical design by Michel-Robert Penchaud was inspired by the triumphal arches of the Roman Empire. The Porte d’Aix was initially conceived in 1784 to honour Louis XIV and to commemorate the Peace of Paris (1783) that ended the American war of independence. Following the restoration of the Bourbon monarchy in 1814-15, the project was resumed in 1823, now to commemorate French victories in the Spanish Expedition, notably at the Battle of Trocadero, August 31, 1823. It was eventually completed in 1839, with a more general theme of victory. This is just the worst shot of it!

The port at night was gorgeous and we were treated to a lovely sunset

 

We sat in the square and had a glass of wine or two in the evenings, and watched the world go by

there was a chanteuse in the bar

and street musicians came round wanting money!

There was a beautiful old carousel in the town and I got a shot of it by day and night

It was a strange time, the Rough Guide, my travel bible at the time, warned that people in Marseille could come across as arrogant, and I certainly found that to be true.  I speak passable French but if I went to a shop and asked for things in French, I’d be cut off and given short shrift in English. One night we went to a restaurant that had outside seating. One half had a few people seated but also a few empty tables, but the waiter seated us away from everyone in the empty half. After our dinner we asked for coffee and when the waiter came with it he pretended to trip and tipped the cups into my lap. Of course it was a shock as I thought the cups were full, but they just had sugar cubes in them.  The waiter and everyone in the other half of the restaurant found it all very funny, we paid up and left.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tynemouth,South Shields & Seaburn, 1995

Before living up here in Tyne & Wear was even a blip on my radar, I brought Ben up for a cheapo holiday. We stayed in a lovely little B&B in Seaburn, and played on the mostly deserted beaches.

Marsden Rocks

Tynemouth

Sandcastle!!

small person in a big world

Jumping the waves

Turkey 1999~part 1~Side

In 1999, I went to Side in Turkey,with Ben, his pal Matthew and our pal Gaz. Side is a small resort town on Turkey’s southern Mediterranean coast. An ancient port city, the village today is known for its long beaches and ruins. And blimey were there ruins. Walking along the coast there were bits of Roman buildings just lying about the place, and parts of buildings and temples still standing. Side is pronounced ‘see-day’ by the way. I still must have had the same camera I had when I went to Wales, as I’ve got some panoramas from this adventure.

There is a wonderful 2nd century amphitheatre

you can just see me at the right of the photo leaning on a fence.

The temple of Apollo

and the temple at night

Camels were resting amongst the ruins

and I had my photo taken with their owner 🙂

More ruins

A rugged coastline with turquoise sea

Side at night, view from our balcony.

As well as exploring Side, we went on a white water rafting expedition, and a 3 day coach tour inland to t he amazing Cappadocia, but I’ll leave them for another time 🙂