Thursday, July 14, 2011
The great thing about Marseille, is its Marsielle. It will never change; its people well never change, and the great, local feeling you get from cigarette fiending frenchies sitting on their respected stoops, avoiding the speeding cars in narrow allyways, will never change. C'est le Marseillee. Before attending the grand wedding of Ugo leca, my deeply loved cousin, we spent several days enjoying the sea-spurted gusts of wind traveling along every crook and allyway of Marsielle. Things move slow there, so you do too. Part 3 of the trip, enjoy!