24 Hours in Marseille
We got tired of Spain and decided that I had enough time left before I had to be back in Paris, to drive to Italia and spend a few days. We drove from Barcelona to Marseille, where we spent one night to catch up on sleep and divide up the driving time. I woke up early and explored the nearby streets in search for a bakery, once I located one, I was presented with a weird situation. Before I knew what exactly was going on, I had a homeless (Maybe Gypsy) women hanging on me, sobbing in French that she was hungry, not knowing what to do, I bought her a chocolate croissant, shook her off my leg, and headed back to the hostel.
