Inter Hotel Parc Des Expositions Marseille

... and instead went out to a great classic Provencal dinner, and got some good wine. But then, we started to see a couple kids in costumes, or rather just kids in sheets. I think one of them had a mask. But on our way back from dinner, we found the bar scene. Mostly it was just people out on a normal Saturday night, but we had to at least go check it out. We were somewhat impressed with the Halloween scene, and probably could ...

... write her address and draw a map I realized that something was terribly wrong. She drew a map of Corse (Corsca) - a little French island I the Medeterranian. We were headed to Corse, not Italy! The victim of not having an Italian map and too little internet time. Who knew? Propriano certainly sounds Italian to me&#8230;<br><br>We weighed our options: <br>1) continue on and cycle across Corse (2700m altitude ...

... Aix...oh, the Brits abroad, mon dieu! Still, best 6&#8364; I've ever spent. We've also been along to the cinema. Embarassingly, it was to see Fame but I'd like to point out how important cinema, and going to the cinema, is to the French. There are at least 3 cinemas in Aix, and there are huge film posters everywhere. 'Le Cezanne', has it's name lit up, and, unlike at home, the seats are like armchairs and there's plenty of leg room. But, like at home, it's bloody ...

Bonjour avec Aix-en-Provence Cherie<br>Since the last news we have visited the Cote D'Azur spending time at Monte Carlo and Antibes. We stayed near Antibes at a place called Biot and at night you could hear the seals at nearby Marineland - very strange. It was still quite hot and stickey with more mozzies. Monte Carlo was wall to wall money with billions of dollars in boats and cars. Antibes was similar but it had a lovely old town as well.<br>We arrived ...

... 8230; window open inviting&#8230; people like ants scurrying around below in a hurry to go nowhere&#8230; a big porcelain pot over in the corner&#8230; But I&#8217;ll have to keep looking. There&#8217;s one more possibility, another place here close to the gare. I feel like a bird scurrying around with a piece of straw and no place to lay it down. That&#8217;s the only thing Jesus said where he really blew it. "Do the ...

... br>Walking around Marseille killed the rest of the day and I took in all the African and Middle Eastern culture. I just look at it as a warm up to later in my trip when I visit some of those places for real. We stumbles upon the original part of Marseille which is called the Panier. It is built up on a hill and has winding narrow alleys and some buildings that look to be several hundred years old. It's interesting to me how original Marseilles has evolved over time ...

... meal was braised gigot (mutton), homemade French fries, green beans in tomato and garlic, and raw garlic slices passed around repeatedly, finished off with a traditional gateau du roi--cake of the king--Provencale style--a sweet brioche with candied fruits and large sugar crystals. It was interesting seeing a middle-class home on a winding, narrow street, far from the re-gentrified core of the city which is centered around the old port. Dinner was delicious. Our ...

... was amazing walking around, looking out over the water, the city, forts, and surrounding mountians. We were there for quite a while. Lots of people were there but there is heaps of space to walk around. It was almost like they had tourists in mind when they built it (of course, they didn't but it is really easy to get around without being overcrowded).

... Everything. They even seem to have reduced the amount of dog poo since I was last here, which is nice. There are still some xenophobic, miserable, sulky, bulldog-faced ******* (ran into one last night who was a complete ****, but I won't go into that whilst I'm waxing lyrical) but aren't there everywhere. Well done France. Feather in your tricorn. Another happy customer. I'm still only going to stay here for another two days though.

... our bus back to Digne and as we were walking out, we saw that there was to be champagne and hors d'oevres for those who could bear it out. We found out later that Camilo, the lucky duck, arrived late, but just in time to enjoy the photos and the free food before jogging up to the bus. Oh, and in case you're wondering who these other people are I'm talking about, read my next entry and I'll tell you! The moral of the story: Don't go to Marseille.