Actually, unlike most of the wall photos, this one has an identifiable characteristic – the rock rising up above the town. We didn’t spend much time in Cassis. It was a stopover as we drove to Toulon where we’d catch the overnight ferry to Corsica. We stretched our legs, had a cold drink, took a photo of our dog on the wall that runs along the port.
It’s a pretty fishing village along a very pretty stretch of the coast. As French Mediterranean as you could want. Shame we never went back. I’d like to.
