It was, for about a hundred years, the city of popes.
When there were multiple popes. The protestants may be dour, the Catholics are never boring. The famous bridge of song -
Where would the tour guides take you if there were no partially fallen bridge? And sometimes the most intriguing photos are accidental...
We know about Nespresso for breakfast -
But we didn't know it was for the shower too. This is a bit confusing...
When you're jet lagged and you see this in the shower you want to open your mouth and tip your head back.
Check out the flavors - bad idea. Fortunately, thankfully, we have yet to encounter a hotel room without a Nespresso machine.
The markets. Open air, of course.
I want to sit down on the sidewalk and pour olive oil over the garlic - and eat it. I settle for a box of strawberries and some crunchy unripe apricots.
The spices - the hats.
There is a provençal version of paella.. Ish. I'm pretty sure the Spanish don't use bean sprouts.
And the most delicious roast chickens. I wonder - if I lived here would I ever cook? Or just eat fresh from the market?
When we finally climb aboard our very luxurious ship, the S.S. Catherine, we are greeted by a terrifying chandelier. I was looking for a new one for the kitchen - not this one. It would give me nightmares.