my cursory tourist report:
marseilles is one of the most interesting cities in france.
i mean, most of the cities in france are pretty interesting, but marseilles is certainly one of the most unique (he says platitudinally). and i’m jealous, cos i just went for a walk and everybody is swimming.
people swim everywhere.
well, everywhere that the sea happens to be.
by the petrol station. by an abandoned house. everywhere. they just jump in the water. it’s like a big seal-park for people. and me without my little speedo…
the only problem is that it’s hot.
and it being hot isn’t inherently a problem.
but couple the heat with the fact that the garbage collectors are on strike and there’s the problem. it stinks. not everywhere.
but the rat infested mountains of garbage that are baking in the hot sun are pretty stinky.
but the non-stinky parts of marseilles are fascinating.
and i wish i had a bathing suit.
oops, bathing costume.
they’re both pretty silly expressions.
swim trunks is kind of absurd, too.
‘swimming shorts’ would make the most sense, but no one says that. maybe we should.
i wish i had some swimming shorts.
you could even condense it german-style into one long word:
swimmingintheseashorts.
thanks
moby
oh, i made a few new drawings. you can tell that i have a lot of time on my hands, huh.