Cartes postées du Cap Ferret (French Edition)

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The exception to the rule is the striking Hot Water Fountain, whose sculpted decorations have long since disappeared beneath a thick coating of moss. On crisp winter days, plumes of steam rise from the warm spring water. Regardless of the season, the sun always shines on Aix-en-Provence.

Scattered by the Mistral breeze, clouds are a rare sight in these parts. Each stroll brings its own share of surprises, from extravagantly-sculpted balconies held up by imposing telamons to the crafty visual effects employed to transform modest houses into opulent palaces. The long and storied history of the city and its people reveals itself step by step, from Saint Sauveur Cathedral to the solemn townhouses of Cours Mirabeau. The old girl is just a few miles away, towering imperiously over the surrounding villages like a landlocked lighthouse. Here the flower-strewn meadows are dotted with little villages perched on the hillsides.

Take the time to roam from village to village, taking the little lanes bordered with local stone walls which wind their way through fields of lavender, poppies and olive trees. Without ever losing sight of Montagne Sainte-Victoire, call in at the Tholonet windmill before stopping at Puyricard for chocolates and calissons.

Each village is home to its own vibrant community, with ochre-hued houses clustered around shady squares. Strolling through Provence is the best way to plunge into a culture sculpted by the sun and the Mediterranean. The drops of the storm rain vanish into the sea foam. The ocean proclaims its reign as the waves, each more powerful than the last, break on the first seawalls of the fishing port.

In Biarritz, the ocean rules over the city. Here every beach lures you with its own unique atmosphere, and every tide clears a new path for a walk along the water. The sounds, the play of the waves, the dancing lights: The passersby move as though choreographed to the rhythm of the waves, carried towards the emblematic heart of the city: Perched on its peninsula, the Villa Belza returns to its full splendor in the evening, when the sea is dark and the coast lights up, revealing a magical, fleeting vision of its exuberant past.

The architecture of Biarritz is one of a kind. Sauntering along the coastline, one moves across periods and styles. In the city center, brand stores stand abreast concept stores and age-old edifices. The Miremont tea room has been facing the sea since Under the glow of its chandeliers, the house specialty of hot chocolate with cream and a piece of Basque cake on the side is simply irresistible.

The elders with their berets and the small houses, "crampottes", keep the past of Biarritz alive. Over an aperitif, they share their fishing stories and let you in on the latest talk of the town. Heading up towards Les Halles, the city starts to buzz and throb. In the morning, the main meeting point is the market, awash with tourists and locals mixing together in search of wondrous Basque specialties. Ham, piperade, veal axoa, sheep milk cheese, chipirons In the evenings, everyone gathers in the bars surrounding the market to drink and share the delicious pintxos tapas in Basque.

A great opportunity to taste txacoli, the local white wine. Having transformed from a small fishing village to a seaside resort favored by the royalty, today Biarritz is growing into a thriving creative outpost. Stylists, chefs, graphic designers and photographers have all found their home here Since the s, the surfing scene has revitalized Biarritz and become an integral part of its culture and way of life. Now more than ever, it is the call of the open sea that gives Biarritz its unique character and spirit of freedom.

The light seduced us in the same way as the city. Lisbon has its historic soul, all dignity and moodiness, and its contemporary creative culture. It is somber and exuberant all at once.

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We cry at a traditional fado show one night, then dance until dawn the next. The City of Seven Hills has never been more fascinating—or more fun—than it is right now. Thanks to an influx of international and homegrown innovators and entrepreneurs, the historic city, on the banks of the wide Tagus Estuary, is growing more cosmopolitan by the day. Yet rickety antique trams still rattle along their tracks, and the traditional quietly beautiful architectural styles are being preserved.

Lisbon is also where we jump off for day trips. Whenever possible, we go to the long, sandy Atlantic beaches of tony towns like Estoril and Cascais—the small crescent of Praia do Guincho is our favorite—and the seemingly endless stretch of the Costa da Caparica. Here, we lounge in the sun and lunch on the simplest, most delicious grilled fresh fish and glasses of cool, crisp Vino Verde, watching surfers ride some of the best waves in Europe.

When the sunset inevitably comes and tints the sky with shades of salmon pink and soft lavender, we swoon for the light of Lisbon once more. Early in the morning, curiosity leads us to the warm, crystal-clear waters of Sa Caleta, a little cove sheltered from the wind and swell south of Ibiza. Behind the white sandy beach, we find a small traditional fishing port teeming with cabins. We walk from one to the other, balancing on their thin wooden ramps submerged in glistening water.

Their doors follow in line, green then blue. Just above us, the sharp ochre cliff strangely evokes the great American West. We sit down for a moment among the ropes and chains in the cool shade of haphazard roofing before starting up the stairs that stretch behind the cabins towards the ruddy heights. High up, we find Phoenician ruins surrounded by pines. Far from the clamor of the towns, only the sound of the cicadas echoes on the rocks. Some lizards scamper around our feet.

From the top of the cliff, the coves seem tiny, lined up like horseshoes opening upon the shimmering sea. Everywhere on the white island, nature manifests itself in all its wildness and diversity, baffling and fascinating us at the same time. Throughout the seasons, we come across cacti, carob trees, almond trees in bloom and centuries-old olive trees. In such tranquil moments, one almost forgets that Ibiza is about to burst with light. Night after night, the cities of Ibiza and San Antonio host the best beach, rooftop and club parties.

Moreover, with the numerous chiringuitos and restaurants scattered around the island, Ibiza ranks high among the top gastronomic destinations. Since the s, many intellectuals, artists, and nonconformists who seek warmth and tranquility have been drawn to the wilderness and hedonism of Ibiza. Its spirit of freedom and of creativity has persevered to this day. A detour to Formentera When Ibiza becomes too hectic, there is always its little sister Formentera, wilder and more preserved from mass tourism and urbanization. As it has no airport, it can only be reached by sea from Ibiza.

Here, straw hats replace sequin dresses. Country roads lead to sandy beaches that easily compete with those of the Caribbean. To preserve its much sought after calm, bicycles and scooters are favored on the island. The restaurant is renowned for its paella and octopus, served with warmth and flair in the shade of an impressive pergola. Courchevel springs into action with the first rays of the new dawn. In the pure blue sky, the morning sun lights up the jagged peaks of the Aiguille du Fruit.

The crisp chill in the air makes your cheeks glow as you step out of the chalet, wrapped up and ready to go. The resort is slowly waking up, and the hustle and bustle soon begins amid the snow-capped palaces. The hardiest souls are already queuing up to catch the first lift. Soaring above the treetops, the lift drops you off at the summit of La Saulire, over metres above sea level. Courchevel is always full of surprises, and every year the mountains are scattered with pop-up exhibitions in unusual locations.

Up here the panorama is magnificent, from Mont Blanc in the north to the Ecrins in the south. Courchevel is the gateway to the Three Valleys, a vast resort with hundreds of miles of slopes which will keep even the most intrepid ski-clad explorers busy for days on end. Down the hill at Le Praz, the famous ski jumps built here for the Albertville Winter Olympics are a challenge for the very bravest thrill-seekers. Away from the speed and excitement of the ski runs, the mountains are crisscrossed by countless hiking trails, probing the silent splendour of these great peaks. Amid the towering pines, keep your eyes peeled for the tracks left by marmots, mountain wolves and ibexes.

The Vanoise natural park was the first of its kind in France, pioneering the conservation of these majestic species. As the sun gradually sinks behind the horizon, the second part of the day begins. In the centre of the old town, the old carousel keeps on spinning and the horse-drawn carriages are still filled with couples holding each other tight against the cold.

An alluring blend of tradition and modernity, Courchevel is seventy years young and her dancing days are far from over. Chamonix is a town with a dual identity. Like the icy North face of the Massif, it sometimes has an air of cold beauty about it. Arriving in Chamonix means setting foot in the fascinating, other-worldly universe of the high Alps. Scientific experiments, pioneering endeavours and ancient legends: The streets of Chamonix are alive with a constant hustle and bustle: You meet it at every street corner: Mont Blanc, metres of rock, snow, ice and dreams.

The highest summit in Western Europe, and a rallying point for travellers from all over the globe. In Chamonix, the locals have a saying: We can also choose to see it as a source of hope, an inspiration to all those who raise their eyes, peer up at those lofty peaks and dare to dream.

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The mountains have sculpted men in their own image: The life of a Chamoniard is inextricably tied to the mountain, and his eyes are always turned skywards. The locals know the mountain like their own back yard, and have spent decades making it accessible to all, with the Montenvers train, the ice caves, the hiking trails and the Aiguille du Midi cable car. In these extraordinary natural surroundings, time stands still as your breath is snatched away.

The panorama is lined with peaks, like clouds rolling in over the horizon: Up above the ice cliffs and glaciers, eyes wide open, you learn to live and breathe to the rhythm of these magnificent mountains. When you leave Chamonix you always leave a part of you behind, borne aloft by the clouds over Mont Blanc, wandering from peak to peak.

Eager to explore the island, we set out on the caldera trail that stretches about ten kilometers along the sea, connecting Fira in the west to Oia in the north. Under the clear sky, the trail crosses Fira and its white facades; the shaded narrow streets paved with black lava stone lead us to the village of Firostefani. We pass some colorful chapels huddled in the burning rocks and rest for a moment in their freshness. The village extends all along the edge of the black caldera cliffs.

Silence reigns along the way. You can easily guess where the central part of the island collapsed, following the explosion of the still active white marble volcano. The small islands that surfaced after the explosion emerge from the warm, turquoise water. The bay still contains pieces of pumice floating on the surface. After crossing Imerovigli, the highest point of the bay, we finally arrive at the famous Oia, the ancient village of fishermen and sea captains.

Perched on the crest of the caldera, the city proudly displays its dazzling whiteness and the shimmering blues of its church domes. On the steep cliffs, the houses cascade down to the blue of the Aegean Sea. Only the pink of the bougainvillea infringes on this harmony.

The stairs run between the houses, the chapels cling to the sides of the cliff. Santorini has the gracefulness of the blue and white islands of the Cyclades. It seems suspended in time. In the light-flooded desert landscapes, white churches hide in the hollows of the rocks.

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In the spectacle of its blue and white villages, one senses the pride of the inhabitants who have repainted their island in the colors of the Greek flag. But the volcano island is far from being somber. It draws you into its dolce vita, on the black sand beaches and in the coves south of Akrotiri. Fresh, local products fill the tables of the main restaurants and tavernas.

Here, wine grapes have been cultivated since the very beginnings. On its cliffs, Santorini seems to concentrate all the richness of the Mediterranean, the light breeze, ancient history, warm sun and the sweetness of life. Standing on the ramparts of Fort Saint Jean, you are a stone's throw from the sea. The landscape distills into three colors: Boats sail offshore or enter the crowded harbor.

The gigantic shadow of a ferry lazily floats out of the trading port and briefly hide the Estaque from view. Down below people drink coffee and explore the stairs overgrown with flowers. You stop for a moment between two olive trees to enjoy the warmth of the sun. Here, on this immense open sky terrace, one almost forgets the big city behind these century-old walls.

The MuCEM stares back at you, wrapped in a garland of black concrete.

A few years ago, the site on which it stands was nothing more than an abandoned jetty occupied by petanque players, traveling circuses, and masses of cars bound for the Mediterranean. The old lady of Marseille and this newcomer now guard the port side by side, symbolizing the old and new face of Marseille. Incongruous mixtures make Marseille what it is: Boats light-heartedly set out towards the inlets whose white cliffs and wilderness are never far away.

Although it is two thousand years old, Marseille never takes itself too seriously. It is known for having its own distinct character. It has a unique knack for knowing how to let life flourish, allowing little histories to live alongside its grand one. In Le Cours Julien one sits in the shade of trees, surrounded by more street art than anywhere else in Europe.

Under the arcades of the byzantine-style La Major, the waiters shout across to one another from their fish stands and pizza ovens. As you follow the footsteps of the Impressionists to the small port of l'Estaque, you find yourself swept away by the smell of panisses exuding from huts that have remained unchanged for decades. The summer and the easy-going rhythm of life linger in Marseille throughout the year.

They are in the little Malmousque coves hidden under the Corniche, between the beautiful pastel houses and the fishermen's huts somewhat eaten away by salt. They are in the sea that emerges at every turn. You find a bit of this communal and holiday feel everywhere in Marseilles. Each neighborhood has its own identity, but perhaps nowhere as much as in the tiny port of Les Goudes, where the sight of pink, blue and yellow huts makes you suspect that time has truly stopped. The lone street is so narrow that going down it by car is a real feat. This is where you go to enjoy the catch of the day in one of the bars facing the harbor, a pergola above your head, sheltered even in winter from the mistral.

Marseille is a great lady of inexhaustible youth - without frills and rejecting conventions. Her beauty is welcoming, indolent and brazen at the same time. Sicily, suspended between Europe and Africa, is a world apart. Syracuse, in the south-eastern corner, is the best starting point for a voyage of discovery across the largest island in the Mediterranean. In the historic heart of Ortygia, set on a peninsula jutting out into the sea, the food market is a nostalgia-inducing festival of Italian culture. The vibrant colours and flavours are matched by the equally vibrant gestures and cries of the locals.

As you stroll on, gelato in hand, an immense shadow looms into view and you raise your eyes to behold the majestic, imposing spectacle of the Duomo in all its Baroque splendour. A little further on, back on terra firma in Neapolis, you can truly begin to appreciate just how important Sicily has been throughout the millennia as a cradle of civilisation.

Plunge into the past, as you explore remarkable ruins in the shade of olive and lemon trees. Up in the north-western corner of the island, the Trapani peninsula is well worth a visit, not least for its unspoilt port lined with white fishing cottages, and narrow streets dotted with Baroque townhouses. Norman, Arab and Spanish.

In this cultural melting pot, Byzantine mosaics, Baroque churches and souk markets exist side by side. Date trees tower over sublime palazzi, beneath the scorching sun. The contrasts which abound in this multifaceted city never cease to amaze: No trip to Palermo would be complete without a visit to the museums. After a hearty main course of fish couscous, round off your meal with some delicious cannoli.

These volcanic islands seem to emerge from another age, unchanged since the days of Odysseus.

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Framed by the endless blue sky and sea, white villages nestle amid the steep hillsides. The coast is wild, rugged, virtually untamed and utterly gorgeous. The beaches are inaccessible to cars, but the view is well worth the walk. Sicily proudly retains its status as a bridge between east and west, and between different eras stretching way back into the mists of time.

You can see its extravagant, vibrant yellow and blood red domes from miles around. Perched atop a hillside bedecked with sumptuous, dense vegetation, the National Palace of Pena is the heart and soul of Sintra. You wander through its ivy-clad arcades and up its spiral staircases wide-eyed and open-mouthed, cast back to childhood dreams by the magic of this improbable place.

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This architectural gem is far from the only sight worth seeing in Sintra, a small town filled with echoes of its sumptuous royal past. Follow in their footsteps up to the remarkable Castle of the Moors, before sampling some bacalhau com natas, a local speciality made with Atlantic cod. At Praia do Guincho, tuck into freshly-grilled king prawns as the waves beat against the verdant shore. Out at sea, surfers from all over the world pit themselves against the might of the Atlantic Ocean. Cascais is a traditional fishing village, its white walls adorned with splashes of bougainvillea and the delicious aroma of grilled sardines floating on the sea breeze.

This aristocratic past is still a constant presence, in the form of the magnificent coloured palaces which line the coast.

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This is the perfect spot to trade secrets over a glass of vintage Macallan. When the sun goes down, a welcome breeze blows in from the ocean and gently caresses the silent sands and secret gardens so cherished by the people of Lisbon. Tel Aviv may be the new kid on the block as far as towns and landmarks go in the storied Land of Israel—yet what it lacks in history, it more than makes up for in both substance and style. From home goods and jewelry to artworks and Judaica, this pedestrian market is your best bet for locally handcrafted souvenirs and keepsakes.

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