Something over four hours east on the péage recently took us to Aix en Provence where, as usual, we promptly got lost in its diabolical one-way street system. I'd spent almost as long as it took to get there sleuthing the Internet for a hotel, this still being tourist season (in fact, there appears to be a small boom happening now that les enfants are back in l'école). But it was worth it. A massive Picasso-Cezanne exhibit was our reason for going there and the hotel turned out to be no more than a half-minute away from its site, the Musée Granet.
We'd booked tickets on-line, showed up at our designated time of 9:30 a.m. and spent over four hours gazing and gazing. The security guards were very sticky about photography otherwise I'd have more to show you. The enlargement of the official exhibition poster shows Jacqueline Picasso, the artist's second wife. I especially liked it for the cat that looks so at home on her lap.
Buzzy squares teeming with small crowded cafés, plashing fountains large and small, gracious stone facades that glow in the afternoon sun, what we did most--apart from looking at the staggering range of works by Picasso and Cézanne--was amble around with the occasional break for a coffee, or lunch, or strawberry-flavoured kirs.