Gassin

On Wednesday we went to Gassin for lunch.  Well, the trip had a double purpose really as it allowed us to call into Geant, on the St Tropez roundabout, in order to pick up some bits and pieces for our caravan.  

It was a beautiful clear day, a trifle warm, when we set out to drive up over the ridge, on the very twisty road which leads to St Tropez.  This is not our most favourite journey.

Gassin is a small hill top village, with an array of restaurants.  A very pretty little place.

The day was very clear, and the view across to Port Grimaud was magnificant.  St Tropez is behind the hill on the right. 

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• We wandered around the narrow little streets, trying to find some shade.

It was very deserted in the village, being lunch time, or perhaps all the residents were out at work.

An old well, with a door for security. The pumping mechanism was at the side of the well.

This is not the most flattering photo of me, as I look grim.  Perhaps it was due to the size of the salad that I was about to eat.  Chevre Chaud or hot goats cheese salad, absolutely delicious but too much for me to eat it all.

The line of restaurants, full of character, and offering excellent food.  Beautiful trees too and lots of shade.

The view from the toilet window on the second floor.  A small room with a view, for sitting and contemplating the world.

We then visited Geant where we could not find what we were looking for, and became frustrated with the general atmosphere, and made a decision that we would not return.  We said that last time.  One never learns.

Then we nervously drove back behind a car, which mostly straddled the centre line of the narrow road.  An Italian car.  We cannot blame the French for this example of bad driving.

But it was lovely to visit Gassin, and eat our delicious food, in a pleasant shady environment, with very attentive staff.  A very worthwhile trip.