Aix-en-Provence is a lovely little city near the Mount Sainte Victoire, painted for eternity by a painter of colors: Paul Cezanne. In fact, what struck me in Provence was the incredible intensity and palette of colors. The sky seems to have a unique blue color, the hues are everything but timid and the acute contrasts hurt the novice eye. It is not surprising to me that Vincent Van Gogh was attracted by the beauty of the region.
The markets full of fruits and vegetables push out shades of yellows and reds over to everyone's basket, the sunburt faces of the fishermen of Marseille cut through the palor of the fresh fish lying in front of them. The eyes of the farmers and their arms open wide in front of their apron seem to invite everyone to the most delicious meal.

The region offers a splendid rocky coast, as if carved by the hand of God. The sea is so blue with deep turquoise patches and the cliffs are so powerfully colorful.
Food is fantastic too: go for a Bouillabaisse in the Panier quarter in Marseille, enjoy a pastis on the Canebiere, fill your memories with the most stunning view over the Bay from Notre Dame De La Garde, discover the castle in which the Iron Mask and the Count of Monte Cristo were imprisoned on the island of the Chateau d'If. Get a taste of the succulent Calissons d'Aix...

Take your meal to the beachfront. Sit in the sun and watch it die behind the horizon line.

In a word. Enjoy.