Kyriad Marseille Rabatau
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... at the top made the climb worth it. We could see all of Marseille along with the Calanques (a set of limestone cliffs). I also had to test the ocean water of course. The outside temperature was in the low 70’s, but the water was in the 60’s. A bit chilly, but still swimmable.
We also visited the Old Port (every time I visit ports I decide I want to live on a boat someday), saw the Marseille Cathedral (quite interesting architecture), ...
... 8217;t know what
that person is going to do with your change when you give it to them and you
assume they will just buy a cheap beer with it. And it is with this assumption
that we tend to keep our change a jangling in our own pockets. If you think you
know what this person should do with the money they collect, like buy a sandwich,
a coat, or a packsack to keep their things in, why don’t you just drop off a sandwich
instead? I know, that for ...
... and out of touch with the universe for quiet some time.) I'm a little apprehensive but go ahead with it anyway. That night at dinner I was exceedingly thirsty, I don't know what Sylvia did with her needles but I had five glasses of water at dinner and then another three after wards. (Guess what I was doing every hour that night!) ...
... and the proximity to our next mode of transport. Desperate now for a large wine we venture out to the old port of Marseilles, Vieux Port for dinner. Great meal, three course, fabulous whitebait and avo salad, steak for Paul and salmon for me, and creme caramel and fresh fruit for dessert. With no cab in sight, we ventured back up through dubious laneways to the cupboard....now with enough energy to be able to climb over our suitcases, find the bed and call it a ...
... town in Provence was constantly punctuated by stops to capture the light upon the old stone, or to place me there, no, maybe a little to the right, in some narrow winding alley. Ah, so that's what it's like to suffer from perambulus interruptus!
But I'm not complaining. For Avril does see colour and shadow in ways I have not. To see through her photographer's eye, often with features pointed out and explained to me, is to experience an art tour of Europe ...