After a GRUELLING and endless series of trains in the night from Bologna, three to be exact, with one nearly missed, save for our OJ-style running through the station and another missed entirely, we arrive in Marseilles. We slept in a couchette cabin with some grumpy hippies on pull out beds that felt like coffins near the ceiling of the train! We awoke and opened the curtains to stunning gorgeous views of the Riviera and the Cote d'Azur, blinking in shock. Once in Marseilles, we rented a little Citreon C3, a lavender one! The French are SO stylish. We listened to Pop radio, where they played easy listening and hits from the 80's and entered the Roman and pictureque town of Arles for the Recontre d'Arles, a week long photography festival to continue our art madness...
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