Marseille, I don´t know, maybe I am getting jaded
Trip Start
Jun 08, 2008
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Trip End
Dec 08, 2008
Marseille,
Provence,
France
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I arrived from Nice on another very uneventful train ride. I like it when they are uneventful, that means that I made it to the train on time, I didnīt miss any connections and the train arrived when it was suppose to. I checked into my hostel in the evening of the 5th and took my first walk in the city. Well, what can I say...
It was another city that really doesnīt have a lot. The tousit info spot feels like they have a lot to offer but I couldnīt find it anywhere. I toured the port in the evening and eventually just called it a night after going out for a bite to eat. I did have a great dinner of Croque Monseiur, which is an inside out Ham and Cheese Grilled Sandwich. Doesnīt sound all that great but a tradiotnal french meal.
The next day I was on a mission to find something in the city to see, I failed. I walked back down to the old port and took a look. The fish market was going on which was really cool. All the guys screaming in French at their customer and the customer screaming back. They had it all, fish of all types, squid, octopus, eel, prawns, you name it they caught it.
I checked out the churches in the area, walked up to the fortress on the hill but unforutally these things just arnīt as thrilling to me as they were 5 months ago. Actually, I think I am getting critcal of them, I end up walking into some of these cathedrals that stand 100 meters in height and cover an area of god know how much and I give it the, "Okay, its nice, but......". Maybe I am getting jaded? That night was taken up by about 4 hours of drinking beer at the hostel with David and Tia, getting accused of stealing beer (which I did do, they donīt have to know that though) and then going out for pizza and picking up more beer for the guys I stole from. Donīt roll your eyes, they stole mine first!!
Day number 3 was going to be the best day ever, I had decided to change my way of thinking and venture out and find something to do. It actually turned out to be a great day. Dave, Tia and I went up to the French War memorial where they were haveing the remberance day ceremony. I totally forgot that it was rememberance day and it was nice to see how the French did it. Not knowing a word they were saying, Dave started to translate, even though he was from Australia, he has been living in France for 6 months and has picked up the language. We hung around there and then toured the fortress again.
We went out for an amazing lunch, I canīt remember what it was called but I do have it written down. Basically it was Fish, Prawns and muscles in a fish broth. You then take bread, rub it with garlic, plaster on some sort of mustard sauce and throw it with the fish. Eat the bread and fish together and repeat the process, over all nothing but goodness.
That afternoon, Dave and I took the ferry out to the Island of IF, where "The Count of Monte Crisco" took place. We toured the castle and fortress on that island and called it a day. I had to catch a night train and David was heading back to his home base in the evening as well. Over all I think it turned out to be not a bad couple of days. The next town in France I was about to visit was going to be a crap shoot, people told me to go, ONLY if the weather was good, man I hoped it was..........................
