It is clear when I wake up the next day that it is going to be a hot one. After a couple of Ryvita and a super shower I have been kick-started for the day. We need to do a quick shopping foray for ship’s stores. It is swelteringly hot as we set off from the boat and have to toil uphill to the shopping area which is set above the restaurants and the tourist area. Walking downhill I am knocked back by swathes of Morning Glory cloaking people’s frontage walls and railings as Fefe and I walk past.
Much later, after a light supper, Francois encourages Nick and I to go back into the town to explore its hinterland, la Vieille Ville. We climb up flights of stone steps and reach the church with the lovely clocktower and the Magnolia grandiflora in the adjacent courtyard. The cool stillness of the church interior is striking and so restful. We linger a while, each in our own reflection, then come out and track east towards the old town. We walk along dark, vaulted lanes, alleys, impasses. Deserted and hushed – there is little sign of life. Looking up I see the occasional open-ended pipe projecting fromt he floor of an overhanging wooden privy. Probably not in use these days!! Some of the heavy arched wooden doors are perforated by a circle of holes at eye level. Well that is tempting 😉 The couple that I peer through give into what looks like a fairly basis kitchen.
We come to the end of one of these ‘ruelles voutees’ and stumble on some small bistrots which straddle the narrow stairways that lead down to the area which is dominated by restaurants, cafes and bars. As we meander past the various establishments we can see that several are showing football matches on the big screens: Sweden v. Belgium, Italy v. Ireland. We settle at a table and order a drink as our payment for a ‘ticket’. Belgium and Ireland are the victors.
We walk back along the Cliffside passage and notice the large moon across the harbour. I try to photograph it but moons are fickle when cooperating with a mobile phone camera. In fact any but the most sophisticated cameras in my limited experience. Earlier I did manage a photo of a horizon sporting lovely pink and mauve stripes running along where the sky meets the sea. Francois says this phenomenon gives rise to ‘Cote d’Azur’.