Thursday, 3 January 2013

Postcards from Sete

Ezra and I left Mark to get on with some work yesterday and went to a favourite place.
On the way we called at Meze and Bouzigues as we had never been to either town before. Meze . . . unremarkable, Bouzigues would have been idyllic on a warm spring day sitting outside a café eating oysters, but it was cold with a vicious Northerly wind. So on to Sete. 
Found a brilliant cheap hotel with friendly hostess and whippet on reception, and set out to explore, re-explore and eat pancakes.
The following morning was as ordered: sun, cloudless blue, never ending sky, no wind and perfect for photography. We visited the panoramic spot on top of the hill: stunning views of the town, the port and the oyster beds across the bay. I could imagine living in the slightly unkempt terracotta villa hanging onto the hill edge, the garage of which is pictured below. The view would be enough to fill a day, just watching the boats coming and going, the trains and the changing weather.
Another part we always visit is the 'Quay Mistral' a strange little offshoot of the main town, full of tiny fishing houses, nets and mangy cats. This time there were Christmas decorations in the form of trees full of found debris, nets and the odd nod to the festive period.

Home via Medieval Pézenas with it's pretty streets, pale stone buildings and towering church. And through Capestang with its equally towering church.

Not sure what this at the back of the church . . . but it looks like a stone rendition of Christ going "WAHAAYY," to me anyway. 

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