Return to Marseille

Up bright and early again off to breakfast and back to our cabin which we had to vacate by 9 a.m. After lounging around and chatting and an early lunch, the port of Marseille began to appear.

We passed dozens of ships anchored helplessly  outside, waiting to come in and deliver their fuel to the refinery but because of the strike they had been waiting there for weeks. It was like passing through an eerie graveyard in the mist.

The disembarkation began which ran very smoothly and soon we arrived by taxi  at our hotel.
Everywhere was littered with rubbish because the refuse collectors were on strike. Riot police were in minibuses ready to diffuse any trouble.

Riot police and rubbish

Marseille is not exactly a safe place to be at any time but now anything could happen. We would be glad to be on the plane back home.

Not exactly the end to our holiday we had anticipated.