After about half an hour of winding down through the imposing limestone walls of Provence, we caught our first view of the Mediterranean. I know I've said it before, but there is something so thrilling to me about the water. The sun shined hot and shimmered over the pure blue water and I declared I wasn't leaving. Marseille reminded me very much of the town where Joey and I got married, with its rows of sailboats and terra cotta roofs. It felt amazing to be back on the scenic riviera, even if it was the French side. So we walked, I took too many pictures, and we walked some more.
|Notre-Dame de la Garde on the horizon|
|With a sweaty, crabby Joey overlooking Marseille. I climbed the hill with one shoe hanging off my foot so I don't know what his problem is.|
We found a darling little cafe overlooking the boardwalk for dinner. I feasted on mussels and french fries, while Joey stuffed himself with bouilabaisse. Then, completely stuffed and worn out, we walked back to the car and returned to our little cottage to pass out.