Last week, I left Marseille (temporarily) and felt quite bittersweet about it — on the one hand, I was excited for what was to come, but on the other, I was already feeling quite nostalgic. On Tuesday, I took my train to Paris, with a huge suitcase (one of whose wheels had broken when I came to France). While the Marseille heat didn’t help with the huge physical weight that I was carrying with me throughout my metro and bus rides, the construction in the metro lines in the city added to my plight, which was further exacerbated by a delay of 35 minutes on the schedule of my train.
Leaving the South, Paris, Vacations
Leaving the South, Paris, Vacations
Leaving the South, Paris, Vacations
Last week, I left Marseille (temporarily) and felt quite bittersweet about it — on the one hand, I was excited for what was to come, but on the other, I was already feeling quite nostalgic. On Tuesday, I took my train to Paris, with a huge suitcase (one of whose wheels had broken when I came to France). While the Marseille heat didn’t help with the huge physical weight that I was carrying with me throughout my metro and bus rides, the construction in the metro lines in the city added to my plight, which was further exacerbated by a delay of 35 minutes on the schedule of my train.