Residhotel Le Grand Prado Marseille

... in devil ears, 1 batman, 1 Spiderman, a copule dudes in masks, 2 girls with just some random fake blood on their face, 3 poorly represented Village people, and a guy who we think was Peter Pan, but he had cardboard fairy wings so we're not sure. All in all, Halloween ended up being a pretty fun night, but we certainly missed being home for this day! Now we are off to the Rhone Valley for some great wine... in a CAR! Stay tuned.

... The woman talked about the large mountains we would encounter and how the weather was supposed to be bad for the next week. <br><br>When discussing our trip, she said it was &#8216;beau&#8217;. Asked if we had a map - no, transaltion book - no, telephone - no. I said &#8216;je suis fou?&#8217;. But she confirmed, no &#8216;beau&#8217;, but offered us a place to stay at their home. As she started ...

... year.<br><br>Pour conclure, as I feel that this 'essay' will do for now, I've really noticed the French love for dogs...there are more fat dogs here than there are fat people, and they take them everywhere, even into shops and supermarkets. Hygenic?<br><br>So, all in all, the first 6 weeks have been awesome. This week I got a pretty bad case of the homesickness and generally feeling a bit low, I forget that for the first time in my life I'm actually living on my own ...

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 ...

... sequence touching land in a tornado and leaving buildings lying limbs akimbo in its wake. I like entering at some unknown entrance and just seeing where the maze will spit me out, as long as it&#8217;s still daylight. The main street is Canebiere, which I affectionately refer to as the &#8216;canebreak,&#8217; in homage to my roots, and from there streets radiate in all directions. <br><br>Marseilles is pizza ...

... back at the camp. What I think the Marseilles people had referred to as "dirty" lied in the graffiti lining the walls of some narrow streets. In a way, it gave some character to the city, something which I did not necessarily sense in the grand city of Paris. Of course, up there in the north I stayed in a nice apartment with relatives, whereas here I was strolling around with other students.<br><br>Interestingly, we passed by panels and signs naming Marseilles as next year's ...

... with an older lady and her dog. In France dogs are allowed on public transport. I hover around where the luggage is half way down the carriage. Hoping there will be a spare seat. The minutes are so slow to pass. Finally the whistle blows and I go to the only place where there are two seats spare together. Whoo score 1. As there will be no stops I don't have to worry about moving during the journey, now all I have to do is play dumb Australian that I ...

... might be put, I remember the scene in Tropic of Cancer (or was it Capricorn?) where Henry Miller's American friend used the bidet to lighten his intestinal load to the chagrin of... well, everybody, but especially... the *****s taking their *****'s bath. Now I'm getting the picture. Hey, I want my five Euros back! Even funnier was my architecture professor at Jackson State trying to explain the concept to the down ...

... and the shops are shut anyway so what woman would want to go out anyway ;) A quiet one this afternoon, maybe have a beer or 6, dinner and hang out with the people here. Off to nice tomorrow, not sure when. It will be nice to have another 3 days there. It seems lots of people are heading that way. Anyway, over and out. Katharine

... if they could share the attic with us for the night, and us being so hospitable, agreed. We soon found out that it was one of the guys birthdays and so that called for a pile of m&ms with a candle stuck in the middle and a bit of singing, prolonging the little party to 4am. The following morning we gave our thanks to the crew and left a six pack of Carlsburg 1664, some money and an invitation to mooch off of us in Australia any time they liked.