There's no getting away from it, the coast is hot and crowded in August and beggars can't be choosers when it comes to finding a hotel at short notice. At first glance, basic facilities on the Vieux Port at La Ciotat seemed less than enticing. Rob reminded me (after I'd presented him with the fait accompli of the booking) that La Ciotat was the blot on the St Cyr bay marked by vast industrial port cranes.
But we arrived to find our rooms were a few steps away from this view...
...on this pretty street...
...I think you could say we struck lucky...
