I arrived in Marseille late last night, just in time for the 14th of July celebrations. For those who don’t know, on this day back in 1789 the people of France, decided to rid themselves of aristocrats and the royals alike. The french condition has persisted ever since really. When constrained or obliged things descend into general revolt, usually in the form of a huge great strike. Then again why change your tactics when history has proved them successful, time and again. I digress. I do that quite a lot. Forgive me.
The city is pretty empty. Police presence is heavy. The country’s sky will light up tonight, song will fill the air, flags will fly high and proud, and all the little bandits will make the most of it to visit, mug and cause general disruption. Its a given. In response I’ll stay perched in my parents 6th floor apartment and watch the show over a glass or two of local wine – no doubt a subject worthy of its very own blog entry.
The sun is still high and the air is balmy. The sea calls me away.
In the mean time here are a few shots taken from my lunch outing to the Vieux Port.
Until tomorrow then…