Marseille Deux

Woke to blue blue skies but a nice wee wind to cool us down. Le petit dejeuner at the port and then up the steep steep hill to The Notre Dame de la Garde for the most magnificent views of lovely Marseille. There are barely any high rises which I think makes the city retain its very own character and mix of influences.
Weary feet coming back down realising most people jump a taxi to the top. We had two wee trips across the port on the 50c ferry and then took a dander up to the bus for 3pm.
Awake for this journey spotting my Dads turn off for his old home and wishing he was still there. You do forget how nice the climate and life is in France and again realising what he has given up after living here nearly half his life.
Reached the airport to find easyJet delayed three hours so a 3am return home was rather brutal but god my own bed felt grand!