Before we left Saint-Maxime, we ooh’d and aah’d over a neighbor. It was another, much larger sailing vessel (I hesitate to call it a boat) made by the same company (Amel) that made Andreas’ sailboat. It was a marvel of wood and fiberglass.
We departed Sainte-Maxime, got out into the open water, and picked up a pretty good wind which had us leaned over pretty hard.
The impossibly gorgeous and surely violently dangerous rocks of the Cap des Medes, and the ancient fortress (Batterie basse des Medes) perched atop the hills nearby.
We like Porquerolles so much on the way out that we decided to spend the night there again on the way back.
Steak tartare!
A great picture of our group, on our second to last night together.