Marseille, France

As we began this day trip to Marseilles, we swore we weren’t going to walk so much. We’d been walking our asses off in every city we’d been in, and mutually decided to take it easy today.
We’d see some of the town, try to catch some beach, take busses, maybe even a cab, and simply take it easy.

 

 

 

Well, getting off the train, we might as well walk a bit? Right? Just to stretch our legs.
Oh, and now that we’ve walked just a bit, we’re not far from this interesting church.
Well, now that we’re already halfway there, we might as well walk down to the shore.
Oh, the Mediterranean is beautiful, and we can see that beach around the bend, we might as well just WALK there.

 

At a certain point we just resigned ourselves to the fact that we’re walking all day again. Up the hill tot he Notre Dame, cathedral, all the way back to the train station.
Apparently we simply love walking through foreign cities.
We may be walkoholics.
There’s no twelve step program for walkaholics. Bill W tried at one point, but if you start a walkhoholic on those first twelve steps, they just keep walking.