As dawn painted the sky with hues of gold, my journey brought me to the enchanting city of Marseille, the last leg of my 2-week Christmas sojourn, and I found myself stepping onto French soil once again.
As I delved into the captivating fabric of Marseille's enchantment, I discovered myself wandering through the maze-like streets of Le Panier. The ancient cobblestones seemed to hold the echoes of countless tales. Curiosity guided me as I explored hidden boutiques, artisan shops, and enchanting cafés, ultimately stopping at a local haunt, savoring a cup of café au lait and a piece of flaky croissant. Curiosity not serving me well, in effectively navigating around the place, I seek the guidance of google maps, to save energy.
Marseille's fusion of timeless charm and modern flair revealed itself in the ornate architecture and the symphony of sounds that greeted me at every turn. I went to visit La Vieille Charité, however, fate had other plans in store for me. As I approached the entrance, I was met with the disappointing news that it was closed that day. Disheartened, I gazed longingly at the massive stone structure, its imposing presence unaffected by the closure. The intricate carvings and ornate details adorned its exterior, and I marveled at the Architectural masterpiece before me. Until such time when the closed doors became a gateway to my imagination, where I painted images of the artwork and historical artifacts that resided within. I sat on a nearby bench, soaking in the tranquil atmosphere, imagining the countless people who had sought refuge within these walls throughout the centuries.
Feeling a tinge of disappointment from my failed visit to La Vieille Charité, I decided to make my way to Cathédrale La Major, hoping for a change of luck. However, as I approached the towering cathedral, my heart sank once again as I faced the familiar situation: it was also closed. Undeterred, I couldn't help but admire the grandeur of Cathédrale La Major from the outside. Its twin Byzantine-style domes stood proudly against the azure sky, their intricate patterns and glistening tiles a testament to the architectural mastery that went into its construction. The imposing façade beckoned with its ornate sculptures and imposing entrance, hinting at the spiritual splendor hidden within its walls. Once again, I found a spot on a nearby bench overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, the gentle breeze carrying the distant sounds of seagulls and the soothing rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore. It was a moment of tranquility amidst the bustle of the city.
Leaving Le Panier altogether, seeking solace and a change of scenery after the disappointments of closed landmarks, my feet carried me toward the mystical Vieux-Port, where the secrets of Marseille whispered in the wind. This bustling harbor has been a center of maritime activity for centuries, and its rich history permeated the air as I approached its vibrant promenade. This ancient port has witnessed countless maritime adventures, serving as the gateway to the Mediterranean, fostering trade and cultural exchange throughout the ages. It was the birthplace of Marseille itself, and its vibrant energy reflected the city's enduring spirit. The sight of fishing boats bobbing upon the shimmering waters, as if merfolks were calling from beneath the waves, added to the magical atmosphere.
I decided to continue my exploration of Marseille's rich history by making my way to Abbaye Saint Victor. This ancient priory, nestled on a hill overlooking the city, beckoned with promises of spiritual serenity and architectural splendor. The abbey's surroundings were bustling with activity, adding an unexpected layer of liveliness to the historical ambiance. Children joyfully kicking footballs, their laughter echoing off the ancient walls. Nearby, a group of ladies gracefully practiced yoga, finding tranquility amidst the city's vibrant energy. Tourists, captivated by the abbey's charm, seized every opportunity for a photo, capturing moments against the backdrop of Marseille's iconic harbor and the impressive silhouette of Abbaye Saint Victor. Amidst all this, nature played its part as well, with seagulls, the timeless inhabitants of Marseille's waterfront, soaring through the air, their cries mingling with the sounds of the bustling city. They gracefully dipped and dived, seemingly unperturbed by the human spectacle unfolding below. Their freedom and joy mirrored the spirit of the Mediterranean that embraced Marseille.
Penultimately, my path led me to the crown jewel of Marseille's architectural marvels, no less than the Notre-Dame Basilique itself. Its grandeur took my breath away, literally, having to climb those endless stairs. Its soaring spires reached towards the heavens, intricate details reaching for the divine. The façade, adorned with intricate sculptures and ornate decorations, spoke of the skill and dedication of the craftsmen who had brought this masterpiece to life. Stepping inside, I was greeted by a sanctuary of serenity and reverence. Sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors upon the pews and marble floors. The air was imbued with a sense of hushed tranquility, inviting contemplation and reflection. Every inch of it exuded magnificence – the arches, vaulted ceilings, and delicate rose windows, were a testament to the architectural genius that had shaped this sacred space.
Lastly, I visited Place Castellane and Fontaine Estrangin, continuing my exploration of the city's charms. These lively areas captivated me with their vibrant atmosphere and picturesque surroundings. And with my heart full of cherished memories and a deep appreciation for the wonders of Marseille, I decided to conclude my day with an early McDonald’s dinner. Afterward, I made my way to the bus station, patiently waited for my overnight journey back to Lyon. As I bid farewell to the city, I carried with me the indelible impressions of its history and its undeniable charm. The bus arrived at Gare de Perrache well past midnight, marking the end of a well-spent holiday season.
