Finding Some Love for Marseille
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Sometimes I hate
On one of the weeknights, I visited a little park, Parc De La Mirabelle, with a couchsurfer and some Frenchies. It’s the week of the Arts Festival, and there were supposed to be concerts. The park was located faraway from the city of
The screenings, however, were weird, especially for a bad-French speaking Asian girl who hopelessly tries to follow French subtitles.
After a few days of hard work in what some colleagues call Maison du Merde (Shitty Hotel :p), I met up with the best friend of my Marseillais friend whom I knew in
After trying to sleep for a few hours and battling with the noise of morning traffic, Nicola my kind chauffeur came back and we had an amazing road trip to a small village in the South of France, Cassis. The journey up to the mountains was simply breathtaking with views of the sea, scattered apartments, mountains, and vineyards. A perfect Sunday.
At Cassis, we took a short walk around the areas and admired the little ports and I was impressed with the cleanliness of the streets. It is a good break from the poopish streets of Marseille. At least I don’t need to walk with a radar. We settled down at a stony beach overlooking a tiny villa and an enchanting mountain. Due to the wind, the water in the beaches have been too cold for swimming, and during intervals, we would wet our feet in the waters and simply lie around meddling with stones.
Traveling alone is an adventure that everyone ought to try, but it is always a pleasure to meet great company to enjoy beautiful sights and discuss about life and culture. I’m already looking forward to our next weekend in