Citadines Apart'Hotel Marseille Prado Castellane

... English in the entire town. We found our hostel super late at night (and they don't make hostels in France like they did in Spain... no more free internet!). The next morning, we walked into town not really knowing what to see or do. But as we were looking for a quick Petit Dejuner (breakfast) we stumbled upon the Saturday market. We sat at a cafe on the square and had the most amazing breakfast 5 euro can buy if you ...

... stay at this lovely lady&#8217;s home and forward onto Italy from another port<br>2) change destination to another port on Corse where there are more options for forwarding onto Italy<br>3) wait 2 days until there is a direct ferry from Marseille to italy (the one we thought we were on)<br><br>In the end we decided on No. 2. I was actually thankfull for once of Brian&#8217;s obsessive earliness as ...

... As is usual here, it's been an uphill struggle trying to organise it all, but it seems that all paperwork is fianlly done, mainly thanks to our legendary tutor here, who bought us a coffe and told us "ze word for zis yearrr iz 'frrreeedomm"! So on to the studying now! I gave a presentation a few weeks ago which went really well, and the lecturer said was 'impeccable'. However, I don't think all my work will carry on in this direction, so I will make my excuses now: the ...

... yesterday, Saturday, and it is cooler but still nice. The trip here was spectacular with many olive groves and big mountains. Today we went on a tour to Les Beax - another medieval town with a castle - poor Graham and on his birthday too. Then we went winetasting and to the premier olive oil producers in France. The Mistrql was blowing on the tour and it was very cold but warmer back here in the camp. Tomorrow we explore Aix on foot then we go to Avignon.

... sequence touching land in a tornado and leaving buildings lying limbs akimbo in its wake. I like entering at some unknown entrance and just seeing where the maze will spit me out, as long as it&#8217;s still daylight. The main street is Canebiere, which I affectionately refer to as the &#8216;canebreak,&#8217; in homage to my roots, and from there streets radiate in all directions. <br><br>Marseilles is pizza ...

... literature, barely had time to make the sign of the cross. This sits just down the way from a 3-foot tall doll of the baby Jesus carrying a cross. At the end of our visit, Lucy tried to get us in on a tour of the cloister, but the tour guide had already locked the door. We could only peer in from outside and see a small part of the cloister while the tour group walked away. Later, when we visited the Musee Granet, we saw a painting by Granet of that same exact view ...

Today, we relaxed for the early part of the day. We had a chance to catch up on our travel journal entries and post more photos and videos for you to enjoy.    Jean prepared a delicious lunch of spaghetti Boulagnais, one of his specialties. It was fantastic, and could actually give Michael's Creole spaghetti a run for the money. Dominique mentioned that her family would be coming over for dinner tonight, so we were all looking forward to ...

... hit up all the touristy tourism there is to be touristed. Out of Marseilles, we went to Avignon (du Provence--everywhere in the county of Provence, they cant say a city name without mentioning that its in the county of Provence, I guess they are REALLY proud), which is where the French pope lived after the Great Schism. It was pretty cool, with a bunch of churches. There were impromptu street performances EVERYWHERE, so much so that ...

Privaziavus Marsel&#303; pirm&#261; kart&#261; pajutom pietietisk&#261; chaos&#261;. Mieste visur kams&#269;iai, visur motoroleriai, visur betvark&#279; keli&#371; eismo taisykli&#371; atzvilgiu. Pats miestas n&#279;ra labai sutvarkytas, ta&#269;iau vis tiek su kazkokiu sarmu. Daug daugiau, nei kitur, kiek iki tol mat&#279;m, juodaodzi&#371;, o tai taip pat prideda siok&#303; tok&#303; &#303;sp&#363;d&#303; prie bendro miesto ...

... walked off until he yelled what i assume was an expletive at me and drove off loudly. i worked out which way to go and a man walking his dog saw me and told me to turn left. I have to say that HI Marseille Bonnevienne is the worst hostel i have ever stayed at. I was told on check in that my door lock was tricky, that was the understatement of the year, it has a peice of plastic jammed in it and looks like someone tried to jimmy the door handle. The room is ok, nowhere ...