|Passing through the ville before our street. Europeans are not much into sidewalks. It is not the prettiest of streets, but it is our home and we love it here. I have grown quite used to traveling this street and it feels like home.|
Friday, April 6, 2012
Our small ville of Montredon.
We were coming home late from an institute activity and on our way home this is what we see each night. It is the small Marina of Montredon which is the name of the ville in which we live. 50 years ago it was not part of Marseille, but over time Marseille grew and overtook this once small ville. We are on the very edge of Marseille. If you travel one more kilometer past our street it turns into a national park. The water is crystal clear and getting warmer this time of year. Unfortunately the warm climate turns our quiet ville into a traffic jam of people during the day. It is where everyone comes to sail, para sail, surf (Not in California Terms of Surfing), Wind Surf (which is the best here due to the Mistral winds), kayak and swim in water so clear you can see the bottom a fifty feet.