And then there were two...

Sunday, June 30

Sunday we woke up in beautiful Aix-en-Provence. It was Stephen's last day (or such was the plan at the time), so I booked him a train from Aix to Paris. As we later discovered, I had booked it on a Sunday....for the next week. Later they were able to fix the ticket, but until then we walked around the city, visited an art museum, grabbed food for the road, then drove to the train station. The train station actually reminded me more of an airport due to its size and activity, and so with a quick goodbye, Steve jumped out of the car. And then there were two. After two weeks of constant traveling, Emily and I were exhausted, so we took the evening to rest, tried to figure out the washing machine (much different than ours and all in French), made our own dinner at the apartment, and went to bed at a decent hour. 

Monday, July 1

After checking out of our cute apartment, Emily and I walked around Aix a little while longer. We tried touring a "historic" museum, but it turned out to be about puppets and old decor...neither of which interested us. Our last stop was a large church filled with little corners to explore. One corner had an old baptistery and another held a sarcoffogus that had been chiseled by several different people affected by persecution. On our way out of Aix, we grabbed sandwiches from the boulangerie, Paul, and a small cookie and a "tarte tropézienne" (looked like two hamburger buns with creme in the middle, and a sweet sugar on top) from a different patisserie. These we enjoyed by a fountain while watching the people around us. 

Inside the big church:

Driving from Aix to Cannes was uneventful, and we easily found our apartment, although navigating the small streets and trying to find parking took a bit more caution than usual. Again, our apartment was at the top of a four story building, and we noticed the loss of our "bag carrier" (aka. Stephen) while carrying our supplies to the top. We didn't have much of a view this time, but the apartment was comfortable and conveniently and centrally located. Since France was playing Nigeria in the World Cup that evening, we found a cafe with a tv, and enjoyed the game (along with some delicious pasta) with the locals. Being that France won, there was quite a celebration that followed as cars formed a parade down the Main Street, honking, while passengers carried flags and yelled out the windows. The honking and cheers could be heard until late into the night. 

Just down the street from our apartment in Cannes: