Travel Blogs from Marseille
... at all the wealth around the place..
Fun over walked back up the hill back to the train and back to our lovely Aix.It was all a bit of a dream moment.Enjoy the photos they say more about the place than I can.
Just had dinner and packing for a very early start for Paris. Expect to be there by 12.00ish
WIll talk tomorrow as our last stage begins.
This time next week we will be on our way home.:-)
The travelling Parisianberries xxx
... from ochre and brightly coloured .Do picturesque. On to Senanque Abby in Bonnieux high on top of ancient town. Some parts of abby as old as 10th century. Last village, Lourmarin one of Provence's prettiest towns. It was a day to remember for a long time. Back to Aix at 6.00 pm nice wine to unwind on way home and early night.
Hope all had good weekend
Luv us xx
... was up and back in the car without fuss but with a lot of laughs. The rain was so heavy we could hardly hear each other in the car. The gutters were overflowing. It was just like a summer storm in Melbourne that appears on the news, only I was out running from Hotel to Hotel trying to communicate the need for a room for four. By now it was 8.30pm, I was soaked and running down dark alleyways that I wouldn't normally go. In ...
... bacon, eggs etc and met a lovely couple from Hampshire in London who gave us some great tips on what to see in the area, the highlight being the little town of Cassis about an hour away on the Mediterranean coast. After breakfast Ally had a quick swim (the only brave one amongst us) and Mum & Dad shot off to the supermarket for some supplies. Louis: Around 12 we headed south to the coast, and into the small town called Cassis. We struggled ...
... some parts, we would get to the top before the sun vanished. Just before we started our ascent, we saw a small rocked road which trailed up a bit of the mountain. Ideally a 4x4 would have been the better choice but Ben and I decided that it was essential to take his 1 litre Corsa up there. It resulted in me pushing the back of his car whilst he was slowly killing the clutch, I couldn't stop myself from laughing as rocks wheel spun into my legs. It was such a view, ...