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.

Farmland.

Mountains.

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!

Next stop:

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:

Saint-Raphael-Valescure!

(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.

Finally, Nice.

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.