When it comes to the Internet, I hate Sundays. Almost no one has written anything new on their blogs, many sites that I like to go to put up links to things I’ve already read about during the week, and not many people make it to my blog. I guess everyone is having a full, fun weekend and have better things to do than post something on their sites. Since Maurice and I are retired, Sunday is just about like any other day except there is nothing good on the TV, all stores are closed and, as I said, the Internet seems pretty much dead. My high point today will be going to a local market and buying fruit which, really, is pretty great and I have nothing to complain about. I guess I use my computer as my link to the world, especially things going on in the States. I read the New York Times on line, and, as I said, blogs connect me with Internet friends. I’m always visiting Amazon and trying to find inexpensive books to upload on my new Kindle. I’m reading a lot more since I don’t have to go to a store to buy new books or wait for a delivery from Amazon and as a result, spending more money. I have found there are books you can download for free. Of course, they aren’t the new mysteries that I want but I’m starting to read classics or reread old favorites.
Anyway, here is a photo I posted on Facebook and Twitter a few weeks ago that I like. It was taken at a friend’s house on a warm summer evening.

I entitled it: How You Know Your Brie Is Ready To Eat. Cheese is so much better if it sits out for a while instead of being eaten right out of the refrigerator. In fact, Maurice tells me that people used to put their brie in a drawer somewhere and didn’t eat it until it “moved” as in it had worms. I guess you just scraped those babies out and then ate it. A little too ripe for me. I like blue cheeses the best.
Okay. So that’s it for me on this Sunday morning. Time to get dressed and head out for that market. Photos from there next week.

A trip to Nice should never be done without trying socca, a type of bread made with chickpea flour and roasted with a wood fire. I’ve never been able to try it before but insisted we try it this time and I really liked it. You have to wait in line if you are in Vieux Nice, the old section, but it’s worth it.

A look at a typical menu in Nice.

This is where we got our socca, and a few other things.

A look at the line, most of them wanting socca.

Here’s my plate of socca. It’s very good-sort of crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside. It can be a sort of hors d’ourvre, but it was my main dish with a glass of wine.

A few shots taken in Vieux Nice.

A shop than mostly sells different types of salt.

I thought this girl was just wearing a very stylish hat but it turned out that she was handing out advertisements for a Mexican restaurant.

Umbrellas on a private beach in Nice. Notice that the beach is not made of sand but rocks.

It’s hard to beat those Italian colors found in Nice.

Typical shutters found in Nice-and other European cities I hear.

I haven’t been to les Baux in quite a while but was glad to see it again when we took a friend for a visit. Maurice and I stayed at a hotel down below here on our honeymoon so it has good memories. It is another one of those perched villages found all over Provence with breath taking views from the top. A ruined chateau is at the end of a steep climb through the village, destroyed by Richlieu to make sure it didn’t become powerful. The name Baux comes from bauxite which was once mined here.

A cemetery there. I never pass up a chance to enter one. They are almost always fascinating.

We passed many shops selling tourist items along with many teddy bears looking for homes.

This is what you see when you finally reach the top. It felt rather erie to me, so desolate. I can imagine ghosts here at night. They put on a lot of shows here now with “knights” fighting and a catapult in action.

A look from the highest point. The area if full of white rock cliffs and a lot of the chateau was built right into them.

There are many charming cafes in Aix-en-Provence. Maurice and I stopped by one on Cours Mirabeau the other day and I found some great abience upstairs when I made the trip to the ladies room.

I had hot chocolate and some bread with butter and comfiture. So simple but so good.

A quiet, deserted dining room upstairs.

A row of tables stacked with chairs.

A view of the downstairs area from a circle up above.

I think Aix has one of the most lovely markets in Provence. I love all of the displays.

Just about any sort of berry can be found there.

I love the colors of peppers.

Love the flowers too.

This lady bought a huge armfull.

There’s nothing better than cherries from Provence. The season is just about over, darn it. So short and sweet. While I was standing at this stand, the guy poured a bunch more on top of the pile. They were huge and from near the Mount Ventoux region. I can eat so many I sort of make myself sick.