Marseille Je t’aime! – I’m on the terrace of an 18th century apartment building hanging my washing on the line.
The November sun feels good on my skin. A bouquet of basil, thyme and sage, emanates from the tiny herb garden I’ve managed to cultivate. A giant seagull or mouette, whooshes past me and beckons me to take a break. As I watch my friend glide through the air, the magnificent creature transforms into my private tour guide, reaffirming all the reasons I decided to follow my heart and call this place home. I take in my new surroundings. Limestone hills and orange terracotta rooftops scattered across a Mediterranean bay. I’m captivated by the rich history and energized by the vibe.
As I inhale the salty sea air, my soul dances to the beat of North African drums radiating from the distance. The aroma of Spanish paella, kebab, and spicy merguez rises from the bustling market stalls across the street. Fresh local produce, Tunisian leather goods, hand-made lavender soap, it’s all on offer and it’s all within arms reach. I see women wrapped in traditional African cloth, women donning the burqa, and women dressed in high heels and mini-skirts. The world has merged into one. The mix is exotic, eclectic and uniquely Marseille…
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