Les Gens de Mer Hotel
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... in Cortney. I convinced her to get up and go get some food. We found some Indian food and our waitress used her iPhone to help translate everything because she spoke no English. I think that's probably one of the major differences here. Pretty much everywhere we have been, English is everyone's second language and is an automatic default. That's not the case in Marseille. I've found very few people who speak English at all. It's very interesting and leads to a lot of ...
... filled with fresh fruits and vegetables, cured meats, spices, seafood, nougat, and Savon de Marseille (the famous Provencal soaps). We stocked up with medjool dates, grapes, bananas, and nougat for the road before settling on a café for lunch.
Again, since we planned on the rain, we had picked out an indoor place to spend the afternoon – the Camp des Milles. This was just a short drive from the old city ...
... further....how unique the French architects are proving.....designing an even smaller cupboard off the first cupboard. Time management wise it was in genius for the business traveller...being able to go to the loo, shower and brush ones teeth all at the same time may have some benefits if late for the train. Although in this case, that would not be a worry as the hotel is literally another wing of the train station! Go Paul...love how he thought ...
... 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.
... This constant stopping to catch a rusted staircase through the frame of tree branches, or placing my travel companion right over there, no, maybe a little to the left, at the railing of yet another bridge must have been a constant, bemused frustration to my late wife who suffered my artist soul. But on this trip I took no camera (other than my iPhone and it's default to ****** panorama shots), leaving the artistry entirely to Avril. And sure enough, a walk through ...