Well, it wasn't a holiday so I went to the friendly local France Poste and mailed the stuff that I expected to get out long ago. Did the whole transaction in French and the clerk didn't laugh at all - very cool. Anyway for those (like young granddaughters) who might be expecting something for, say, a birthday, take heart - it's coming. I'd planned to to to the well-known Musée Granet after breakfast, but it didn't open until noon.

 After the post office, crossed the street for a croissant, lafé au lait and jus à l'orange (photo posted earlier - same place) and walked down the CM, a couple of blocks away and got a funny photo you'll see. The word for "funny" in French is "droll" which I love to use, because I think of my own humor (such as it is) as "droll". Back to the room to get off my feet for a bit, then out again, to the Granet.

It was a pleasurable experience for a number of reasons. A pleasant surprise on entry: admission was free. It's run by the city of Aix, and the staff are all city employees. Started in a wide hallway of sculptured busts of historical characters. M. Granet, who invented the museum, was one. [Trying for a joke there.] 

Next to a hall of sculptures - maybe 40-50 of them. I was so impressed by the artists' abilities to render delicate details - for example, a female form with a light silken gown was so well done you could almost see the gown rustling in the breeze. Quite amazing. In another, though, a woman's feet were much too large. Win some, lose some. Among the sculptures was M. Mirabeau, who gave his name to the Cours. I'd never paid much attention to statuary, but was pretty impressed here.

After resting a few minutes in the pretty courtyard (photo in the day's trove) I went to the lower level on the museum, where there was an extensive exhibit of paintings and some artifacts from an archeological dig north of Aix.

The paintings started with a room dedicated to Paul Cezanne, who is perhaps the best-known Aix native. There were several originals covering most periods of his painting life. A very talented man, if wou like French impressionistsm, which I do. Another work in this gallery worth noting was an original Rembrandt - a self-portrait that was painted in a style very evocative of impressionism, which is probably why it was included in this collection.

The archeological exhibits were harder to love, as the human representations were of warlords and their victims (heads separated from their bodies, for example). The period of this excavation wasn't clear to me but I'd guess the dark ages, post-Roman and pre-Middle Ages.

Returned to my room again for a rest, then went out and sought supper. Found a new place I'll return to. Had a huge dinner-sized salad with lots of "stuff" in it like a mint-flavored cheese baked in a rolled-up cone made of a crepe, a slice of a quiche-like pie,and a little square of a chevre tart with mushrooms and other tasty stuff. Dessert was a sublime experience: a sort of chocolate cupcake filled with melted chocolate, sitting in a sea of a creamy vanilla sauce, with a dollop of whipped cream in the side for dipping. Bet I'll return there!

Then home to write and upload/edit photos - a small collection for today.

Á demain!