France

Let’s make this into a Benjamin Button story and begin from the end. About 2-3 years ago me and my friend Andreas went to Marseilles mostly to get as close to Monaco as possible, but I will tell you about Monaco at another time. I had heard so many good things about the French Riviera and I thought Marseilles was a part of it, but I would quickly find out it wasn’t. We arrived late at night at the Saint Charles train station with the bus from the airport and on the way to the hotel we saw a worn-down city with dog shit everywhere and lots of homeless people and this wasn’t the view I had expected since I had image searched the Riviera. We went straight to bed in the hotel in separate rooms which looked more like prison cells and it always feels so weird to be in a new place without being able to get a feel of where you are before you go to bed. I couldn’t sleep that well and the next day we went straight to Monaco so I was still confused about Marseilles, but I knew one thing, I ...