It was so great to share our evening
meal together each night. We even commandeered our own table and a time to
meet. Conversations were always lively and varied.
The ship started moving about the time
we ate. I had not really noticed until I walked and then I was aware of the
swaying under my feet. Later in the evening, maybe even the middle of the night
it was much more noticeable. We had been warned that it might be a little rough
because this particular spot often was and with the storm it could be more than
usual. I got up in the night to go to the bathroom and had to grab the wall to
steady myself. Leroy did not seem quite so aware of anything moving, but the
others commented in the morning. One couple had not been in such a sea before
while the other had been in worse. All was quiet by the time we got to
Marseille, France.
I truly did not know much about this
city, but I remembered learning a little when taking French. The bus ride into
the city was through a sheet of rain. We walked a short distance, but soon went
back to the bus to go back to the ship as it was all too wet to enjoy. In the
afternoon the rain stopped, luring us back to the city. We caught a small
tourist train up to a church. The guy had been ready to close, but there were
so many of us that he did one more run. I especially liked the ride up to the
church as it took us through many interesting curves and back steep streets. The
view from the top was spectacular and the church was magnificent.
The local specialty is a soup called
bouillabaisse. The tour guide recommended that we spend at least 25 Euros per
bowl or it might not be fresh. Ironic that this soup used to be the meal of the
poor, as it traditionally was composed of the fish that did not sell at the end
of the day.
Paula
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