Met up with Katy when she flew into Paris. Had a little brekkie then got ready to head to Lyon.
Luckily , there was train strike in France. Had to cancel part of our trip (no Lyon), spent hours in the train station with multiple non-English speakers that gave us the wrong instructions on attaining a ticket the fuck out of Paris. I will spare more details of utter disappointment, confusion and frustration to say – we finally got on a damn train headed south. Not really sure where we were going to stay, no real solid plans, hoping we were just heading the right direction.
We made it to Marseilles, stepped out of the train station, and saw this:
Most hotels were booked. It was easier to get on my phone and make a reservation. So dumb. Liked this pretty little place. Had lots of espresso.
We decided to hike up to the Notre-Dame de la Garde. It is a Catholic basilica that residents traditionally see as the guardian and the protector of the city.
Katy and I split ways and I took off to Belgium and she went back to Paris a day early. Train shenanigans again prevented me from taking a train to Liege. I had to stop in Brussels and Lylou was the most incredible friend and offered to pick me up even though she had to drive almost an hour. Got off the train, my phone died, stood there for a good 10 minutes just not knowing what to do – and then she appeared around the corner. Starving and shaken, I was overjoyed to see her.
She took me to A Pilori where we had HUGE meatballs, beers and peket violette (peket is Belgium’s local version of gin and it’s typically flavored). We grabbed some beers & hung out at my place, taking photos and catching up. It was a short visit but SO SO good. I miss this girl.