A day…in Marseilles (mar-say)…what more can I say??? It’s not Paris !!!
As a little girl, I had always dreamt of going toParis , and when I finally had the opportunity to go, I encountered more English speaking people than French!Overcrowded and dirty, my romantic ideals were soon dismissed, and I vowed if I returned to France , it would not be Paris …here enters Marseilles.
As a little girl, I had always dreamt of going to
The second largest city in France, Marseilles (our third Port-of-Call), is a port city rich in history and culture. We had forgone a tour and opted to see the city on our own. Utilizing the inexpensive tour train of the city…
Notre-Dame de la Garde |
After our tour, we were in need of refreshment, and couldn’t help ourselves when we saw the name of this street side café.
A cappuccino, pain au chocolat, quiche Lorraine and a baguette (hot and fresh from a local boulangerie –bakery) later, we found a carousel and took a quick spin, before heading back to the port and the open market.
I almost forgot...my boots in profile |
Stella Notte
Day 34: 04-20-2011
Shoe: Miss Me –Rhoda
Color: Grey
Style: Over-the-Knee Boot
Heel: 3 inches (7.5 cm)
Material: Sueded Upper
Beautiful in any color: click here to see these beauties in the Leopard,
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