La rentrée could be understood as the French equivalent to the English language expression “back to school”, yet, it symbolizes more than going back to l’école. You´ll see, during les vacances d’été (summer holidays, which comprises both July and August), everyone is en congé (vacation), from the president of the country (actually President Macron spent his summer holidays in Marseille), to the boulangerie next door, so every person close his/her business and just chill.
May was such a busy month, that I hardly had time to keep up with the blog. June got better; so here are those remarkable experiences that highlighted these two months.
MAY & JUNE BESTS
Stone fruits, strawberries, cherries and other summer treats appeared on early May, we took advantage of that abundance making jams. Strawberry-rhubarb, apricot-kiwi, nectarine-vanilla and even a Rhum arrangé (fruit infused rum) with nectarines, spices, and kumquats from my tree. :)
Impromptu aperitifs at mythic Cercle de St-Pierre, aka Cercle de (pêcheurs) de Carro, a members-only sort of club that has a legendary fame in Marseille region. We indulged over the best ever fried sardines and ballons de rosé.
Tuna steak, chips, sea & sun at Provençal contre le cancer by Fêtes de Carro team. Also barbec, rosé, longue games (like Petanque but more complicated) and and sea activities to support the fight against cancer.
June was a complicated moody month for me. During June we finally felt home in our apartment. There are still things to change or improve but we have learned one important thing during all these expat years: to have tons of patience.
June was a bit of a hazy month for me too. Way too hot days and nights that were spent doing the minimum of physical effort. But was also a month of late evenings spent at our terrace with a glass of rosé on hand.
April came and went like a fine unnoticed breeze.
I started the month in Mexico City to shortly after finding myself on another transcontinental flight to South of France. We spent lovely days visiting La Cote Bleue´s cute fishermen towns with landscapes and life scenes worthy of a picturesque novel. Two weeks later we were packing again, this time for our move to Marrakech, of which I already told you about here.