Route des Crêtes

Reaching this place was an exercise to keep a promise, specifically, hubby’s promise to take me to this exact same spot which I saw in a photo of him with business colleagues. When I wheedled out that promise from him, I didn’t expect that driving up hairpin bends was something that I had to undergo to enjoy a bird’s eye view of Cassis near Marseille. A first for me was seeing people scaling a 394-meter sheer cliff. They had reached the top by the time I thought to take a photo. I had butterflies in my tummy and trembly feet just looking at them. For me, going a half meter away from the edge was only possible on my bum. Crawling on my hands and knees was not an option either because the ground was too rocky. What a wimp!

I will leave the heroic deeds to others. I came for the view and I got it. That plus the certainty that heights are heady but surfaces just a little bit above sea level are fine by me.