Aix certainly is a lively city, with an obvious young University crowd. There is a plethora of cafes and restaurants, and the usual upmarket stores. Museums and art galleries are dotted through the winding, interlocking streets. However, the anticipated beauty of the fountains and tree-lined avenues turned merely to disappointment. The main street of Aix, Cours Mirabeau, was flanked with temporary wooden stands awaiting the Christmas market installation and the two fountains I could see lay dormant and dry. Even the trees looked autumn-weary. I felt deflated.
Lunch at one of Cours Mirabeau's cafes was also overpriced and ordinary. Aix's only saving grace today was the lovely Musee Granet, which houses paintings by many wonderful artists including Cezanne.
|Statue at the top of Cours Mirabeau|
|Our delicious morning tea stop|
|Musee Granet, Aix en Provence|
|"Les Deux Garcons Cafe", once frequented by Cezanne|