BEST WESTERN Bonneveine Prado
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Second to last full day in Europe.. sighhh.
Olivier and I went to an inlet to swim in the afternoon. Another gorgeous day. After coming back and feeding Charlotte some wonderful spinach gunk, we took a trip into Marseille, the second largest city in France next to Paris.
We first headed to Notre-Dame de le Garde, a catholic bascillia located at the highest point in Marseille. This church, seen from ...
Once we got back and showered, the four of us (including Charlotte, their daughter) took a little stroll through town. Full of sail boats, great little restaurants flanking the seas edges, people people watching... They live in a fantasy world.. minutes away from Cassis, another fantasy world.
Come visit France.. its gorgeous.
Have arrived at the Marseille / Provence International Airport which completes the first leg of our 20 hour Journey home. It is a beautiful airport, we are waiting now to check in. Yesterday, was a relaxing sort of day. We slept in until 9:00 am then went for breakfast at the hotel. We walked into town and did some more shopping and I took some more ...
... and we had to tear ourselves away from this stunning oasis only a short distance from the crush and frenzy of Marseille. For sure we will not soon forget this place. Our time in western Provence has drawn to a close and tomorrow we will leave Avignon and make our way to Saint-Paul de Vence on the Côte d'Azur, a place which every local we've spoken to has told us is absolutely amazing. We are looking forward to the second half of our trip. Love and miss you all, ...
... of hugs and kisses and promise to meet in Spain. They are like my family. It is hard to say goodbye to people you connect with. We take Polaroid photos to capture our last few moments together. The girls stick theirs in their journal. I stick mine in my wallet. We hug once more and turn the light off, for the room and on our time together. For now.
Marseille just doesn’t connect with me. French people are ok and I ...