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... low for the morning and then went out to get some fresh air. We ended up walking up a very large hill to the Basilica Notre Dam. It was beautiful and we could see out across the whole city and the water. And I also just about killed Cortney who was having a very hard time with the whole breathing thing because of her cold. So we decided walking downhill would be a better choice. It was pretty chilly out and we needed a rest so we ended up going to a movie! We ended ...
... and really forced you to reflect on how human behavior can result in genocide and how it can be prevented and resisted more effectively. We finished our tour at a temporary exhibit that displayed the genocide of Rwanda – heartbreaking and eye opening.
Again, not your typical day in Provence, yet an unforgettable experience.
Words of the Day:
“To do nothing is to be complicit.” ...
... once we got down there we heard
some buskers playing their music. As we got closer, I thought to myself, hmm,
wouldn’t that be funny if it was Baptiste’s band because I was pretty sure they
played music like that, just from seeing pictures on FB. I stopped and told the
others that I wanted to listen a bit and told them why. Then I looked and
noticed they were wearing biking outfits, and started putting the pieces
together. I had picked ...
... produced by local and regional artists and artisans. The pictures attached show some of these things.
Diana took us back to Lyon France for our flight to Barcelona while she departed to Paris for her flight back to Vancouver. We were very graciously welcomed by her sister-in-law Christine for our overnight stay in Lyon prior to our flights. Lyon is a very interesting looking city which we would love to spend more time exploring in the future.
... for the citizens of Marseille.
We strolled back through the city streets, admiring the 3 to 4 and more storied houses on the street (no front yards to water or mow here), but in comparison to the beautiful streets of Barcelona, Marseille is a bit smelly and dirty.
Back at the city centre where there was a weekend market we decided to have a late lunch, Sue had an authentic french ...