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Marseille, France



The train to Marseille traveled along the Mediterranean Sea.



It was chilly and wet making a dark town even darker. 


It is a seaport.


Hanging out where the sailors all come in.










I found Marseille rough and grimy, though I have since met someone who lives in its suburbs and showed me a beautiful photo of the sea there and I have met a couple travelers who absolutely love it. I did discover a few jewels and I definitely had a good time.






Robert and Ettiana and I had excellent local cuisine at a traditional French restaurant where no one hastens you.




Then Robert and and Marcel and I set a record for getting drunk and whispering the entire time in accordance with the hostel rules until the wee hours.  


Cappuccino and chocolate croissants before Marcel caught his train to Montpellier to meet a farmer for his next WOOFing (worldwide organization of organic farmers) experience.


Ettiana and Dana (another WOOFer) enjoying late afternoon in the hostel kitchen.  I am off to Barcelona in the early a.m. 












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