On a train through southern France. How does that sound?
We’ll start in Marseille.
(Technically, we started in Aix-en-Provence, but at that point in the trip I was still somewhat skeptical that we were going in the right direction.)
Pulling out of the Marseille station – which was monstrous!
To help me keep track of where in the world we were, I tried to take a picture at each stop.
This is Toulon.
And now for my favorite portion of the trip.
Lush green countryside.
Despite being an extrovert, I always want to relax in the middle of nowhere. This house would have been ideal.
We found a few more people. (Some of them have pools!)
Check out that house on the very top of the hill!
Les Arcs-Draguignan. (No, I have no idea what else is there.)
There must not have been much of beauty to me between this stop and the next:
(I love these two just chillin’ on the bench.)
From here, we had an almost-constant view of the ocean.
It wasn’t so bad.
This is Cannes! Wave to all the celebrities!
We were quickly on to Antibes.
Here we switched to a commuter train which was covered in graffiti, and I spent the ride studying my scribbled notes from our call to the landlord, trying to discern which street we were hoping to find.