It's All French to Me. Marseille, Pas Paris…Part 5

We arrived at Gare de Marseille-Saint-Charles just in time for the day’s peak temperature. Marseille wasn’t an escape from the heatwave, but somehow heat makes more sense near water. One final climb up a never-ending staircase before we could jump into the Mediterranean. Packing light was a nice thought. Not a realistic one. Plage des Prophètes was our closest beach. An eclectic crowd. All ages. A DJ blasting 2000s Top 40. It’s Fête de la Musique here too. 5 PM and still hot AF.

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