Transition Day, Marseille, Day 15

Gee I’m going to miss these euro breakfasts. Late start. Lets get to the station and lets get to Marseille, our one night stop off before flying to Venice. On to the bullet train. All good. Not travelling so bullet like today, but thats ok. Prefer this train thing to trying to navigate a rental car down into Marseille, into a car park over night and then on through peak hour traffic tomorrow morning to the airport. Another old woman on the train with her pooch. Really nice vibe. Sue does her crosswords. I read books by Graham Nash and Keith Richards. Extraordinary stories from these guys with regard to their respective womanising, drug taking and music making. Three hour trip and we’re into Marseille. I decide that I’ve made the right decision on giving the rental car the flick when during our taxi trip from the station to our hotel, a fairly aggressive road rage incident occurs in front of us. One protagonist gets out of his car, then (in a fit of rage) drives into the other car. I’ll repeat that, drives into another car. Bizarre. On to the hotel, and yes, a big hotel room for once. We have a late arvo walk around Marseille. Back to the hotel and out to dinner. Early start tomorrow. Venice man!!!!!!!