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The blue coast of southern France, as it’s called, has its ups and its downs. The train rides all over were taxing, especially with transfers at Cebrere and Montpellier. I was realived to get on a plan again when this part was all done.

Marseille is essentially France’s Baltimore. It has a classy inner harbor area and then everything goes downhill outside of a few blocks away. It was hot and muggy. I probably wouldn’t return.

Nice on the other hand, is nice. The scent of lavender is in the air from nearby perfumeries, and you can hear the babble of a brook on top of the rumble of a waterfall and the roar of the ocean. It has a great light rail system, and is incredibly pedestrian, quaint, and modern all at once. More time there in the future.