I got on the TGV at Gare de Lyon and headed down south to Marseille.
I was a little nervous about going here as I had heard several negative reviews about this place - "dangerous, unwelcoming, dirty" etc. I'm happy to say that all of these misconceptions were dispelled as soon as I stepped off the train.
Sure enough, Paris seems almost perfect with its immaculate buildings but Marseille, the oldest city in France, is an intriguing place brimming with character. It was like walking into a melting pot with its mix of nationalities and a plethora of smells from the open markets, sea breeze and fishing port. I fell in love with this place.
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