Before a storm, the signs roll in, a breeze picks up and stirs that which is settled. The air has hints of things to come.     And so it was in Cassis this morning, a storm brewed and we…

  Walking the back streets, the only uncrowded spot in Cassis.   The view from most of the backstreets.     A shoe in an antique souvenir glass box on a chair. Box and chair not for sale. Darn it.…

  For every rock on the beach, for it is not a sandy beach, there is a person to go along with it. Summer in Cassis is like a box of sardines.     A mailbox I admire each time…

  The streets were full, music played, the market-wares tempted, aroma of summer filled the air.     Children splashed, lovers held hands, basil-lavender infused the Provencal air, Saint Victoire stood tall, cars were bumper to bumper, I found six…

In the 11th neighborhood in Paris there is a section down an quiet street, quiet is hard to come by, that will be demolished to create a new housing project. The buildings though old, are not interesting when it comes…