Cassis Chic

Cassis Chic


Such a favorite – and one of the prettiest, sparkling little towns in
Provence, hugging the cliffs of the Medierranean.

Just driving down into Cassis is breathtaking.

Winding, narrow, twisted mountainside roads, along sun kissed vineyard
after vineyard, descend down into the village, like an old fashioned roller
coaster ride…especially with my "I can drive just like a European"
husband at the wheel.

At heart, a pastel painted fishing village, Cassis is famous for so much.

Fishing the jewel like harbor, coral work, olive oil, wine-making, and the
Stone of Cassis.

You see the quarries of Cassis are most amazing – and put the town on the

Masonry in France is a huge industry – and local Cassis stone including
cement and limestone make up all of the large Mediterranean ports in the
south – not to mention french sinks, swimming pools and more.

And – did you know – Cassis gave a most special gift to NYC?

It is the Stone of Cassis that makes up the base of our fair lady, the
Statue of Liberty.

Add to this charming colorful pastel buildings along the port, old village
streets from the 16th century, splashing fountains along the harbor and
squares, open air artist markets as sailboats bob in the sea…it is pure
Mediterranean magic.

Visiting with les enfants? Well, let me mention, that right smack dab in
the middle of town is a lovely petite beach – perfect in every way for

And of course, ahem, we are in France, there is a lovely cafe that sits
right on the beach – serving up seaside staples and frites, bien sur.

But in my family, Cassis is most famous for our first en famille wine

We came for a summer visit many years ago, and were oh so enchanted with
every winery that we drove by.

We pulled up into one, unloaded the kids, then 2 and 4 years old, and
marched into the picturesque stone farmhouse.

En francais – "would we like to taste?"

Oui – yes – svp – merci beaucoup.

The winemaker walked us to an old vintage barrel turned tasting table, and
plopped down 4 glasses.

One for each of us.

Bien sur.

Why wouldn’t the children sip right along with us?

This is France, after all.

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