Pullman Marseille Palm Beach

... t speak french: baguette, coffee, pan de chocolate, fresh squeezed oj, all fresh fresh fresh. Then we hit the market, vendors were begging us to try free samples of meat, cheese, honey, fruit, olives, you name it. Needless to say, we found our lunch for the day. <br>Oh; did I forget to mention it was Halloween? Not that it really matters, since the french do NOT really understand what halloween is. We decided to not even ...

... figured this out and got on the right boat - well, a different boat anyhow. <br><br>Driving onto the boat we followed the sign that said &#8216;Embarkments&#8217;. I love how so many words in French are similar to what we use in English, but with slightly different meaning. I certainly feel as though I am embarking on something this evening. Something completely new and unplanned - even to us who hardly do ...

... was treated to a surprise tea party chez moi (complete with Disney napkins and cups...and wine) and I bought her a kettle, tea, and biscuits, what every British girl on her year abroad needs (well, apart from myself, being a strange and rare non-tea-drinking creature)! She had a fantastic time and all were home by 10:30 (the buses don't run late here), but then again we had started relatively early! For Louise we had a film night and then a night out. I think her ...

... yesterday, Saturday, and it is cooler but still nice. The trip here was spectacular with many olive groves and big mountains. Today we went on a tour to Les Beax - another medieval town with a castle - poor Graham and on his birthday too. Then we went winetasting and to the premier olive oil producers in France. The Mistrql was blowing on the tour and it was very cold but warmer back here in the camp. Tomorrow we explore Aix on foot then we go to Avignon.

... my traveler&#8217;s scurvy, so I&#8217;m feeling better internally, enlightened if not illuminated.<br><br>The only problem is WiFi. I change rooms but still no WiFi, even from a place that advertises it on the door, same with the café. This is getting frustrating. If you don&#8217;t have it, don&#8217;t advertise it. I really don&#8217;t want to have to badger anyone over it, but I&#8217;m running out of options ...

... just on the beach. Our relatives had reserved a table beforehand, so we I soon found myself sitting in a pretty restaurant ordering fish and salad. The prices here are a little higher than the medium prices, but the cuisine is awsome - especially seafood.<br>Along the seashore there are a lot of shops selling swimming suits and beach dresses.<br>Now the most ...

... to put my bag in the locker and see if I can get a Youth Hostel for the night. I use the free wifi access at McDonalds and find there are only two Youth Hostels in Marseille. One not that far and the other way out of town in an old Chateau. I can not find a phone number for either of them so I head off on foot to see if I can get a room. I head in the wrong direction and end up in a shady side of town, little do I know, most of Marseille is shady ...

... other TJ'. There are Asians here, but they seem fairly Frenchified, offering lunch specials with wine. The Vietnamese restaurants don't even have pho', the national dish, good old rice-noodle soup. Pizza is ubiquitous, and good. Kebabs and frites line every corner. The bakeries are to die for, of course. Me, I try to limit myself to fast food no more than once per day, not because of restaurant fatigue, but high carbs ...

... flights of stairs to your minuscule room on the upper floors of the place! We loaded ourselves and our bags into the room and scarcely had room to move...but the A/C worked like a charm. Trade offs, Trade offs! Stan took us on a walking tour in the afternoon around the old hilly city center. Such a sense of history here, lots of graffiti and character. Lots of North Africans here and ...

... considering it is famous for its soap, but then again necessity is the mother of invention...) There is grafitti everywhere, in places where you think how on earth did they get up there? The garbagemen seem to be constantly on strike, during the hottest week of the year there were mountains reaching up to the first floor of every apartment building and enough people rummaging through it finding treasure. Every 10 metres or so there is dog poo, the ...