Mimet

Funny how you look on a map, point at a town and say, “Ok lets head for that, it’s where we want to be” ….  and when you get there … you think  …   “OMG, even with pretty trees framing it, it still looks like a nuclear power plant, we are so out of here”  … well that was Gardanne.   Oops, keep driving

Quite accidentally, after another wrong turn, we stumbled upon this tiny, delightful hilltop village of Mimet.  Its name even falls softly off your lips. In the centre of the village, a very old, very quaint, interesting and funky Hotel called Le Grand Puech where we spent a very pleasant evening and could easily have stayed longer.  Such a tiny town, but that evening the hotel restaurant was booked out for a full Jazz Band gig, and 50m down the road, a fabulous free Gospel singing show was also on offer.  “Puech” means volcanic hill, and this town is proud of its massive Sleeping Giant – can you work it out?

		funky foyer of Le Grand Puech Hotel	… and a sideboard to die for
Mimet from the lower road	killer staircase	The Sleeping Giant – head on left, foot sticking up on right, legs crossed – see it?	sunset from our balcony