After the brief interruption by my birthday weekend in Paris, I have to finish telling you about my trip to the Mediterranean 2 weekends ago (which already seems so long ago, where does the time go?).
After leaving Portbou, Spain, we drove back up the French coast and stopped in one of the first towns in France (it’s the 4th past the border, to be exact): Collioure.
Collioure is well known for its anchovies. They’re apparently so delicious that there’s a saying in French to describe someone who’s lucky: “avoir le cul farci aux anchois de Collioure” (Literally: having your @$$ stuffed with Collioure anchovies). I’m not sure why having anchovies in that particular location would make you lucky; the French have a weird relationship with food.
Other than anchovies, Collioure is also well known for being a real artsy fartsy kinda town. Back in the day, Derain, Matisse and Picasso, whose works I recently saw at the Musee de L’Orangerie, painted here. The town is still filled with artists and art exhibitions.