Premiere Classe Marseille - Vitrolles Anjoly
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Second to last full day in Europe.. sighhh.
Olivier and I went to an inlet to swim in the afternoon. Another gorgeous day. After coming back and feeding Charlotte some wonderful spinach gunk, we took a trip into Marseille, the second largest city in France next to Paris.
We first headed to Notre-Dame de le Garde, a catholic bascillia located at the highest point in Marseille. This church, seen from ...
... inlets. I prepared myself for the hike and for a swim, but I didn't realize how close I was to absolute beauty. The cliffs and the blue water were amazing... the boats lining the inlets... everyone swimming. It was surreal. I've been to busy Paris, spent a weekend in the countryside for the wedding, and now had the opportunity to take a dip in the ...
Have arrived at the Marseille / Provence International Airport which completes the first leg of our 20 hour Journey home. It is a beautiful airport, we are waiting now to check in. Yesterday, was a relaxing sort of day. We slept in until 9:00 am then went for breakfast at the hotel. We walked into town and did some more shopping and I took some more ...
Sitting in the late day sun in our kitchen writing this with the wind coming through the window. Kind of ironic that we are listening to Summer Winds by Frank Sinatra. This is our last day in this great place, and it is a little bit of a bitter sweet occasion, which I actually find a bit sad. While we miss the heck out of everyone, especially the grand kids, we are coming to The realization that our holiday is winding down. We stayed around our place today. The day started with a ...
... of french demi sel butter.
2. They say hello in shops. We were in Cassis last week and I walked into a newsagent just as a Mother lashed out and grabbed her son by the arm. 'Don't you Ever do that again' she hissed like a attacking swan. 'Don't you Ever enter a shop and ignore the people working there. Now say Bonjour'.
I tell you what I will Never enter a shop in France without greeting the workers, lest the ghost of the ...