exploring & escapades

Is this place even real? Even now, looking at the pictures, I feel as if I’m remembering some sort of dream. 

The Calanques are outside of Marseille. A French friend told me about them originally. I don’t know if I would have found them otherwise. It was about an hour drive for us from where we were staying. Then, a 40 minute hike, a rocky descent, barely marked trails. And suddenly, it opened up. THAT view. 

More rocky descent. A secret beach. We hid our stuff in the cliff-face. Swam out into the Mediterranean Sea, to the rock island. Fell asleep in the sun. 

Maybe it was a dream. If it was, it was the best dream ever.