A much cloudier morning, but right in the distance you can just see some sunlight hitting Genoa.
It was very hard tugging myself away from Camogli, although I hope I'll be back ... Most of today was spent on trains, although miraculously, after all the havoc traveling east, everything ran on time, changes were on the same platform, and I even ended up taking a final train (from Cannes to Marseille) that was earlier than the one that I was booked onto.
Mind you, I arrived here with plenty of time in which to admire this fine lion on Marseille station: there was a Metro strike, which meant that the taxi queue was very, very long and slow.
However - here's the view from my room;
an endearing blue fish water carafe at dinner;
and a pretty walk round the harbor afterwards. It's so good to be back in a country where I can more or less speak the language and understand it - at least, no one tries speaking English to me - rather than my halt-and-carry Spanish, or my just about get-by Italian...
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