Your streets are convered in trash. Yes, we actually saw an old, weathered Frenchman blatantly push his McDonalds trash to the ground without any remorse- and that's just the beginning. After passing a large variety of the local immigrant popultion and government housing (also known as the slums), we found ourselves at our hostel...interesting. Two flights of stairs later, we arrived! Requirement #1 remove shoes before entering...awkward. After unloading our bags we quickly dipped out of that joint and met up with our Bermuda possè.
Like typical Americans, we found ourselves surrounded by our native people(college students from Iowa) at Vieux Port.
Heading back to our Hostel on the street of Canebière, we felt it was appropriate to sprint back to our hostel with Johnny's mase in our hands and Scott Florence's street fighting moves in our minds! ...Just in case you were worried we made it safe and sound- they didn't want to mess with this!
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