It can barely have been a week since I was here telling you about the best place we have been to in all of France; Saint Paul de Vence. But lately we are crazy with all the train hopping, and off we went again today.
And where did we go?
The most confusing town in all of France!
Today's historic village was the home of Picasso for many years! He loved it there! For awhile, I guess. Then he left.
Yes, you of course guessed it...
Vallauris.
Oh, you didn't guess Vallauris?
Are you sure?
Well, I think you guessed Vallauris so we can just agree to disagree.
And what, you wonder, makes Vallauris the most confusing town in all of France (or the most confusing town out of the maybe 35 we have been to here)?
It's hard to explain. It was beautiful and scuzzy. It was run down and extrememly well taken care of. It was a thriving old town full of interesting ceramic shops and yet vaguely abandoned. It was an expensive Cote d'Azur historic town rich with history and art where aimless men, singular and in groups, wandered about with nothing to do.
I have to organize my thoughts and get back to you on this, but I took roll after roll of pictures (figuratively) of Vallauris, all trying to work out how to show you just what was so peculiar, so we'll start there with these four images, unprocessed out of the camera, and get back to the subject later:
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