Okay, I’ll preface this by saying I didn’t put a lot of thought into what I did in Marseille, so my review may be a little bit … empty. I had the option of zipping up to Nice and enjoying a big, fat wine party, but instead chose to visit Notre-Dame de la Garde and some other local monuments. The view from the basilica atop the mountain was spectacular, but besides that everything was a…
It was, quite honestly, boring as all hell. I’m sure Marseille is as awesome in exploration as it looks in all of the Bourne movies, but by trusting my Mar-fate to a tour company I basically wasted an entire day in a city I had never visited before. The Notre Dame was beautiful, no doubt, and while we visited what is apparently usually stunning – Palais Longchamp – it was shut down for renovation when we were there.
My other travel companions, OF COURSE, went to Nice, and came home claiming they enjoyed it more than Monaco and Amalfi. Obviously. They came in hot, too, so I can only imagine the glorious wine they sampled on their excursion courtesy of Regent Cruises.
Sorry Marseille folk – I’m sure your city is wonderful, beautiful, and full of culture, and I clearly missed everything…except…
What I didn’t miss was your GLORIOUS ROSE AND CREPE PARTY! While the tours themselves were subpar, your reputation for killer rose and crepes wasn’t! Ali and I took the remainder of our day drinking rose and eating crepes in the marina, and that didn’t disappoint.
I’ll give you another chance, Marseille. Don’t worry. The rose saved you.