Marseilles

I left Brittany and headed south for Marseilles, determined to get to the Mediterranean, even though i only had a few days before i had to be in Germany. The train ride was pretty, although delayed so i didn't arrive till well after dark.

My host was a very friendly doctor, originally from Berlin. He recommended some good places to go walking to get out of the city. So, the next day, I set off for the city and discovered it was full of All Blacks supporters! Marseilles has a very Italian feel to it - or perhaps it's just a Mediterranean thing. It felt muchlivelier than the north of France, and of course, it was much much hotter!



The hoards of NZers (and French pretending to be) soon drove me out of town to the Calanques. In less than an hour i was in a tiny fishing village on the edge of beautiful white rocks falling into the blue blue sea.

I walked along the rocks, there were quite a few boats out fishing, and a few other people walking.

I walked until i found my own private beach, where i swam and got stung by a jellyfish!

Then it was time to make my way back to town for a big Hospitality Club meeting.

Marseilles won me over and i will be back in the South of France as soon as i can!