We're in Marseille now. We left Meynes about four days ago. Our time there was rather wonderful. Rony and Michael, two of the most generous people I know, have an amazing little place there. We traveled the area, spent leisurely lunches and dinners drinking wine and chatting with the others staying at their place.
After they left, we went to Sainte Marie de la Mer. A beach town based on a black female saint. A town founded by gypsies. What a fun place to walk, hang out on the beach and go on pony rides through La Camarge, a saltwater marsh surrounding the town for miles.
Then Orange. There's a little train (so called Le Petit Train) which takes you through the entire city. You can jump off and on at will. It goes through a park with a big playground, hiking area and an unbelievable view of the Theatre Antique. We could hear them practicing a Puccini opera while up there.
Lila loved the train. Loved it. She held onto the little orange ticket the conductor gave her. She held onto it for the entire hour of the train ride and beyond. When she heard the woman singing opera she immediately thought it was a princess and spent the next hour asking me to take her to the singing princess.
Then there was last night in Marseille. Lila generally has a tough time the first night in a new place, and we've been moving around a lot lately. She was up screaming until 1am. Screaming. Very. Loudly. So now, while we intended to go to the Cathedral in Marseille and a number of other things today, we're all too tired. I think the plan is to drive straight to Saint Raphael, find a good, cheap little place to rent for a month (if we like the area) and settle down for a bit.
So much to do... so much to see.. my mind is going in a million directions.