Marseille & Cassis
After Paris, I took a train to Cassis to stay with Zab. It was good to see her again and to have some company! Marseille was alright, Cassis was paradise epitomized and nature at its best.
Marseille is the capital of the Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur région, and also the second largest city in France. It's a multi-cultural city dominated by several ethnic groups, and in fact ethnic French are a minority here.
We took a boat to Chateau d'If and admired the view of Marseille and its surroundings. The chateau is also famous for being one of the settings of Alexander Dumas' adventure novel "The Count of Monte Cristo".
Cassis on the other hand, is a small fishing port with nice old shops and sandy beaches. The atmosphere is a lot more relaxing, than in Paris for example, and there is a warm and cosy feel to the town.
From Cap Canaille, you can see the town, the clear blue sea, mountains and a sky to match the land.
Zab's sister and her sister's friends joined us over the weekend. We went canoeing in the calanques and it was so much fun! The scenery (including the nudist beaches we passed by) was picturesque indeed.
We reached the third of the calanques, En Vau.
Zab n I. I love swimming in the sea - the sense of freedom and rejuvenation is beyond comparable; I protest against coming out to shore where gravity pulls me back to the ground.
Zab's boyfriend and his friend came on Monday. We hiked up the calanques this time.
At Zab's place, blocked water pipes led to waste water and shit flowing out of the shower and the toilet bowl, and flow it did, to the entrance of the kitchen. We were (literally) cleaning shit! But we couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Since we were unable to shower nor use the toilet for the day, we had to do our minor business, mark our territories, behind bushes.
Bastille Day was not one of those national parades of unfortunate gimmicks and free souvenirs, but a lovely night of fireworks celebrating "liberte egalite fraternite". We stayed in the centre, danced with the crowd to some lame gay star and his crew, and ended the night with candy floss.
Oh! And Tour de France came to Cassis and so we trudged a steep slope to a road near La Gineste to watch the cyclists. The 1 1/2 hour wait under the hot sun was unbearable and killed our excitement. We saw about less than 30 seconds of cyclists zooming past. Still...we were at Tour de France!
Marseille is the capital of the Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur région, and also the second largest city in France. It's a multi-cultural city dominated by several ethnic groups, and in fact ethnic French are a minority here.
We took a boat to Chateau d'If and admired the view of Marseille and its surroundings. The chateau is also famous for being one of the settings of Alexander Dumas' adventure novel "The Count of Monte Cristo".
Cassis on the other hand, is a small fishing port with nice old shops and sandy beaches. The atmosphere is a lot more relaxing, than in Paris for example, and there is a warm and cosy feel to the town.
From Cap Canaille, you can see the town, the clear blue sea, mountains and a sky to match the land.
Zab's sister and her sister's friends joined us over the weekend. We went canoeing in the calanques and it was so much fun! The scenery (including the nudist beaches we passed by) was picturesque indeed.
We reached the third of the calanques, En Vau.
Zab n I. I love swimming in the sea - the sense of freedom and rejuvenation is beyond comparable; I protest against coming out to shore where gravity pulls me back to the ground.
Zab's boyfriend and his friend came on Monday. We hiked up the calanques this time.At Zab's place, blocked water pipes led to waste water and shit flowing out of the shower and the toilet bowl, and flow it did, to the entrance of the kitchen. We were (literally) cleaning shit! But we couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Since we were unable to shower nor use the toilet for the day, we had to do our minor business, mark our territories, behind bushes.
Bastille Day was not one of those national parades of unfortunate gimmicks and free souvenirs, but a lovely night of fireworks celebrating "liberte egalite fraternite". We stayed in the centre, danced with the crowd to some lame gay star and his crew, and ended the night with candy floss.Oh! And Tour de France came to Cassis and so we trudged a steep slope to a road near La Gineste to watch the cyclists. The 1 1/2 hour wait under the hot sun was unbearable and killed our excitement. We saw about less than 30 seconds of cyclists zooming past. Still...we were at Tour de France!
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