Public Transportation is Awesome

I am writing this as I sit on the train from Marseille to Nice. I completely forgot that I had decided to book a first class ticket because I’m 30, dammit, and I can. I made my reservation a while ago and forgot about it, so when I arrived at the train station, printed my ticket, and saw “Classe 1” printed on it, it was kind of exciting!

It’s also really nice to have the freedom to just hop on a train and go somewhere. That kind of freedom is something you don’t truly appreciate until you don’t have it anymore!

Anyway, the sky is bright blue, the weather is crisp (making it all the more tragic that I forgot to bring my classy trench coat), I’m taking a trip along the coast of southern France, life is pretty good!

Also the cold, train station croissants in France are still better than croissants in any other country. I think French bakers must be magic.

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OK! made it to Nice, met up with my fellow 30-birthday celebrator, had a lovely lunch on the port and took a walk around while waiting to be able to check in to the apartment we rented:

Now we’re back at the apartment, one of us is napping away the jet lag after flying all night from NYC, and the other one of us is admiring the view from our balcony: