40 THINGS – A Day in the Life of a Marseilles (person, aka – Student, Grand Mere
40 Things – – – – – – – A DAY IN THE LIFE…….in MARSEILLE……………….
- RUSH to get out the little apartment door to the car towards La Gineste down the mountain into Marseille
- hop out of le voiture, kiss hubby, cross at Rue Paradis (across from favorite Pharmacy)
- get into class 3 minutes late
- speak French for 2 hours
- Take a break at PAUL, eat sandwich David made for me (& the girls say, ‘OH HOW SWEET is YOUR husband!!!!” 🙂
- Back to class – speak French another 2 hours
- Class is over!!!
- Forget our Expresso, as Paul’s tables are inside – the vent is too much – go to Perrier to the metro – walking with teacher – say goodbye to her, she goes one way we go another
- Say to my friends, “That was the HARDEST class EVER!!!
- look across the tracks and see my teacher standing there, hearing every word.
- Take metro to Vieux Port
- Find an optometrist for Teresa ‘s reading glasses
- She finds them. They are only 95 euros
- find a place to eat
- We “settle in”, coats off, bags thrown over extra chair and then told it’s “drinks only” – have to go across the plaza for “mange” . We do, but not before looking for my L’Artisan Parfumeur next to L’Opera
- in the meantime find my favorite La Droguerie (knitting shop from Paris) and think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Ah….but do I still know how to KNIT!?!?!
- Found the place to eat a ( very pas cher ) pizza……and tested the waiter on “tres difficille cocktail” and lo and behold……….he actually did a fantastic job. It went like this:
- “I would like vodka, with 3 green olives, un peu vin blanc, (because they don’t have American VERMOUTH) and un petit glace (a little ice)
- Ahhhh, he says, “An American Martini?” Yes, we can do, with vermouth. I said “Not your vermouth. You don’t have vermouth. You only have ‘Martini and Rossi” (stuff) – and that is not acceptable. “ No problem he says. I can do it. Then he says, ‘Ah, but we only have noir olives (black) and I say, “Black is fine.”
- 5 seconds later he comes from the “CAVE” with a bucket full of GREEN olives – and says, “I have green olives for you!!”
- God, I really love the French
- He serves me my first “American Martini” (in 14 months)- – absolutely perfect to the core – and I tell him – that it is just that – and that I will come back to his establishment to try this again. It was indeed – a PERFECT American Martini……..(shaken, not stirred!! ) ha ha ha
- Pay for a lovely very inexpensive meal, and martini and head for BUS 41S
- It’s gone. Actually, it’s “fini” for the evening. I’m not going anywhere. (this woman told me it was “done” – “fini”)
- Thank her and go to VIEUX PORT METRO after kissing Teresa goodbye 3 times on the cheek. (It’s THREE times in the South of France!)
- get the Castelane stop
- Get off at Castelane and change for Pont du Prado
- Miss the Pont du Prado metro by 2 seconds. Next one ? —- 11 minutes
- ooy vey! Call Esti and talk, and that takes a lovely 10 minutes
- get on next metro
- get off metro at ROND PONT du PRADO
- walk towards exit. Drunk man by exit yelling AAAARRRRRGGGGGGG
- 2 young men with pick ax in their hand yelling back at him AAAARRRGGGGG
- This does not intimidate me, and I just about hit them with my backpack and say “STOP IT” – LEAVE THE MAN ALONE” – when I decide to not do that
- As I swish past them and glance behind to see if the “pick axe “ is going anywhere I see that it is a harassing concert only – and that these boys have nothing better to do on a Monday late evening.
- Get to Rond Point Prado and pass the “Sandwich truck”. The lone sandwich clerk greets me with a huge smile and says “ C’est froit c’est soir – vous marche tres vite” – then I say, ““Oui, tres vite, bien sur!!” And I just smile so big as I past because this is just the nicest thing – to be greeted by this hard working sandwich maker in a truck -late at night – and I say “THANK YOU GOD for people like this” You know, he did not have to say a THING when I past by………..and it was just so refreshing to see his smile and to hear his happy words…………
- Go to bus stop for 19 to David’s ecole – “British Council”
- Bus stop 19 has “fini’ for c’est soir – finished for the evening
- I walk the long walk along PRADO to the British Council in the freezing cold and wind and find my way- no problem, thank God for “les toilettes” inside, and my husband on the other side…..finished teaching!
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Great story ……I felt I was right with you….very vivid!
I’m exhausted! What a day!