A case of déja vu

A final balcony breakfast and then back on the bus to Marseille. Arriving around midday we were too early to check in to our hotel - the same one as before - but they let us leave our suitcase.

We decided initially to head back into the Panier district, as Joff wasn’t feeling well enough to enjoy it the first time around. It seemed to be busier this time, with more people around. Such a nice vibe in that part of the city.

Joff had looked up somewhere to eat in that area, and we weren’t able to get in for the evening, so decided to have lunch there instead. It was a good decision, and really tasty food - Restaurant La Ripaille, should you happen to be passing.

After that we followed another urban walking trail, this time taking in the area south of the port, and around to the Palais du Pharo, where we were able to sit in the shade for a bit, looking out over a different view of the city.



The temperature has been steadily climbing all week, and when we left the hotel around 7pm, it had gone down to 28 degrees, oof! Luckily, there is nearly always a breeze, which helps.

Joff had looked up somewhere else for dinner as he was very keen to try somewhere Middle Eastern. We settled on Tamaly, a Lebanese place. It’s not somewhere you’d be likely to stumble on, and if you did, you might hesitate to go in, but it was lovely. They market themselves as ‘your local humus dealer’, offering a few variations. We enjoyed a good meal along with a Lebanese white wine, which was also delicious.

Thinking of food, I realise, reading back over the week, that we had planned to have a bouillabaisse, very much a local thing, and our host in Cassis recommended somewhere to get a good one. However, when we went to check it out, they were charging €70. Each. You’d want your fish gold-plated for that amount! We decided we could live without it.

Our trip has now come to an end. We’ve really enjoyed discovering a part of France unfamiliar to us both, and would heartily recommend it.

Tomorrow we’re on the 7am train, as we retrace our steps to Taunton, and whatever may await us there.

Em x

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