Idyllic Collioure ( first posted on thebarefootfoodie.org on 25 Oct 2016 )

Idyllic Collioure

OCTOBER 25, 2016BAREFOOT TRAVELS, EUROPE

Last Autumn, our road trip to Southern France took us to the charming and romantic seaside town of Collioure. Awashed with pastels and colours of the setting sun, we were transported into a postcard perfect landscape of serenity and subdued awe. Following the crowds, we were led to a local flea market brimming with antiques, vintage paraphernalia and other objects of debatable utility value. This is altogether a different kind of shopping experience and I soaked in the atmosphere.

It was a panorama of visual delight. Jaunty street performers added funk to the quaint . 20150926-l1070023

We ventured into the narrow alleyways paved with cobblestones where the buildings seem to pop fresh out a painting. More street vendors were sprinkled sporadically along the way, peddling their delightful wares.

I could almost be fond of these insects!

It was almost dusk when we arrived at the seaside, lingering long enough to catch a magnificent sunset..

There's still some time before the sun sets — There’s still some time before the sun sets

This has to be the handiwork of the divine!

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