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Sixeme Forum Mondial de L'eau
... is a fish stew with special spices unique to Marseille. There was a lot of hype about it, and it was delicious, but not AMAZING. However, I was enjoying myself too much to be sad that I splurged on this "special" meal. You gotta do it once right? When's the next time I will be in Marseille? Probably never. (sad).
After the late lunch, I enjoyed just sitting by the docks and enjoying life. Plus, I needed some rest for the next day because ...
We cooked our lunch!
After the visit of the old olive oil mill in Opio, we rushed to Aix-en-Provence for our lunch at The Atelier Des Chefs. We are running behind schedule and we are not sure if we can make it on time. Peter did not waste anytime while driving safely. The Atelier Des Chefs is located in the old part of the town, where our bus can't access because the streets are too narrow. Peter drops us off as close as possible to our destination: 1st right, 2nd ...
Mars-eh
... but inside was just ok. Same goes with the Eglise Reforme, beautiful on the outside unimpressive on the inside. The Abby of St. Victor, the oldest church in Marseille, was very plain and kind of drab. The crypt underneath had that same feel of unauthenticity (I think I may have just made that word up) that the Chateau D'If did. The one highlight of my time there was the Notre Dame de la Garde, the big Cathedral atop the city. It was a bit of a climb ...
Cezanne's backyard: Aix-en-Provence!
Actually had time, on our way back from Nice, to stop by Aix-en-Provence and tour the city. It was so, so beautiful; we were able to visit the Museum of Natural History and the Museum Granet. Next time we stop by Carly and I will definitely be sure to visit Cezanne's vacation home though! But for a short séjour for quelques heures it was not bad at all.
“People don’t take trips – trips take people.” – John Steinbeck
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Lost in Translation
... week I went to the movie and paused next to an aisle when a man moved aside out of my way. I intended to say "No, no, I am waiting for a friend." but switched verbs and ended up telling him, "No, no, I am praying." At the time I found it strange when he grabbed his jacket and moved aisles. After realizing the mistake, I thought I probably would have moved too if someone loitered over me in a movie theater "praying."
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