The challenge to Marseille turned out to be getting in and out of the city. The port is not exactly next to downtown. Downtown is not easily reached without taking a tour bus, taxi, or knowing the city bus schedule which we had not been smart enough to research ahead of time.
It is a lovely city. Bright, clean and busy. The four of us hiked up the mountain (why does every adventure in our family seem to start with the direction “up”?) to both look over the city and something about the Eldest having heard there was something interesting to photograph on the church which just happened to be controlling that piece of real estate.
We wandered down and around managing to find our way through various back streets. Past the old synagogue which is blocked off enough from public access to essentially prevent any decent photos.
We found handmade soaps, a quick store that sold chocolate (which works well to keep the crabbies at bay) and a wonderful outdoor cafe that had ice cream to die for.
If you go to Marseille please be warned, finding a taxi is challenging during evening rush hour – exactly when you are in a fitful attempt to make it back to the ship before the 1830 deadline.