After the hike of our life (well…) in Calanque de Port Miou, we ventured back into the village to catch our bus back to Marseille. Little did I know that Cassis’ beauty would again strike me with awe, as we happily spent 3+ hours wandering in the tiny village, marveled at colorful houses and basked in the glorious sunset
A small beach we passed by on our walk:
Despite some initial horror at women’s bare breasts I managed to keep it together and pose for some touristy photos…
Apparently blue was not the only color of the day. The village indeed knew how to rock a range of hues:
After a coffee break and a perfume testing session, we decided to hang around the main beach to catch a glimpse of the sunset:
I always knew that my hair is gorg (lol) but I couldn’t help falling fatally in love with the luscious color the twilight sun dyed my hair with:
The ride back was also wonderful. I didn’t manage to catch a photo of Cassis glowing in the dark between tall mountains and dense trees. Sitting on the bus, staring at the mesmerizing sights down below, I couldn’t help but feeling thankful for being able to travel, to see and to experience so much goodness in life.