All I know is that I have to be in Marseilles by Thurs for a Jazz convert I promised my friend Joanna I would go to with her. So it's Monday morning, and Martin says about 11am, ah, we're driving to France. ...What? France. He ask, are you ready? I don't even have my passport at the Dulwich house, but that's where Uber came in.
Drive to south England Poole from London....Ferry over to Cherbourg...train to Paris, subway to the bus station,
then overnight bus to Marseille. Why do I do this to myself.
..arrived Marseillles, 7am Thurs.
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