Sunday, 14-July-2024


Sunday was Bastille Day, the equivalent to the 4th of July in the US, and that meant fireworks.

The evening before, while my Mom and Steve and I were out having our (metaphorically) tearful goodbye dinner, we’d been graced with a full regalia of uniformed band members marching up and down the streets of Cassis, rocking out to what I assume was the French National Anthem. It was fun, we joined in on the celebrations, and appreciated the chance to experience another culture’s independence day events.

The next evening, while I was rolling solo again, I’d already made dinner and was absentmindedly flicking my way through YouTube when I heard a sound from the harbor, and quickly realized that darkness had fallen and fireworks had kicked off!

I quickly zipped upstairs to the glorious balcony that our apartment came with, and set my chair up to be fully laid back… and enjoyed the show.