Parc national des Calanques
Woke up to this view after deciding to leave Marseille on foot and head along the French Riviera.
I spent the night under the stars in the Parc national des Calanques.
Marseille was in interesting city, though for me it was a big step out of my comfort zone. It’s where I started to sleep rough. Busking didn’t really work as well as I was used to, though looking back my mental and physical state would probably have had more to do with that than the town. I guess it’s the place I learned to get comfortable being uncomfortable. A little like the threshold of the point of no return. It’s a place I’m glad I went, in terms of learning, development and experience, it’s also a place I was happy to walk away from.
I would like to put my my deepest thanks out there to the people in Marseille who’s kindness and generosity helped me a lot.
And to the guy who picked up my hat after it was blown off my head and away down the street.
And to the guys of Les Bons Garçons, the bed was nothing to do with me, I have no idea where it came from.
Ah some fond memories from Marseille too.
I enjoyed having breakfast on the quay sitting in the sun with the boats. Watching the day start up.
Sunsets are always nice too.
I took this to be a sign that all was not in vain and I was headed the right way on my path. Also that I had nothing to fear from the heard of hogs running wild further up the road.