Lovely day again, and there’s only 10 days left… so, dragged myself out in the afternoon to have a proper walk in town in daylight.
On foot to the Marseille Saint Charle station; bought a train ticket to Montpellier for the weekend. Then headed to the L’eglise Saint Nicolas de Myre, which is one of the oldest practising Eastern orthodox church in France… (if my reading French is correct, that is), and the first place I ever dropped in since I arrived in Marseille. After a few minutes’ conversation with the caretaker (or could he be a priest?), walked all the way up the hill to the Notre Dame de la Garde. With a magnificent command of panoramic city view, the cathedral has an exuberant interior so colourful and glamorous. The guardian of this port town, the basilica is glazed in marine motifs.
Time to go home, and need to do some shopping: a stationery shop for a notebook, up the hill on the way home to the boulangerie where I have established myself as a regular customer, artisan fromagerie and next-door grocer for some vegetables. Casino is the last stop for miscs, then headed home. Four hours and come home as a happy man.
Every time I go out, I murmur – practising French words and repeating what I pick up from people around me. I get upset when I fail to understand. I keep telling myself to smile more.