Chapter Eighty Six: 100 lives in Mine

It feels like if i have live 100 lives through mine.
By this, I mean, with all the traveling for the past 6 months and everything else, it seems that every few weeks a new life is starting.
I am smiling, because this is good for me.
And there is most definitely continuity, which is also what is good for me.
And so, I keep on going, doing what I believe I should be doing and going further and further.

Since I arrived in Canada, I reactivated my telephone, which is always a decisive step into settling down, I found a place for the boys and my love, in James Bay, not too shabby, not too bad either, just a small two bedrooms apartment in a building.
Thing is, it ill totally do and it is, for Victoria, relatively affordable.
Let's just take one step at the time. Plus, and in all honesty, I rarely care where I live. I do to a certain extend, but it does not make me happy or unhappy... It is a odd feeling, I must admit...
I got an interview for a job I would like to get, and will see next week if I made the second round of interviews, or not...
One step at the time as I said.

I still carry all my memories with me, and I think, of course, that those 6 last months changed me.
I am way more quiet.
I speak less.
I guess I listen more... But I am still myself, this also is odd.
But I do feel way better than when I left, on pretty much every level.

Next week, the family life will start again, exactly 1 year and 1 day after it stopped.
And so be it.
And, I am really really looking forward to it.
I need to live in a place, I can somehow call mine, with my wife and my kids.
Traveling is wonderful, but it is always necessary to take a break... For me at least.

Victoria is Victoria, no surprise there, not my fav place in the world, but here too, I have fantastic friends, ad I mean fantastic, not too many, but enough.
And the family and I will live in the same district than two of them, minutes away from each other!
YEA!!!!!!!!!

I absolutely need to get back to write on a daily basis here, it forces me to be creative, and I haven't been at all since I left France.
I miss france, by the way.
I have all those images, and memories, and sweet smells of things.
But it's the people I miss the most.
My family I miss greatly.
For a long long time, I missed my family, living away from them, but I was ok with it, I could balance all those feelings quite easily.
But I guess I grew older, and the roots that family is from are getting stronger and stronger.
There is no doubt that I could, now, live close to my family, probably in France, even though Italy would be my prime choice, and I am smiling again writing that.
It just seem quite challenging to start something in Europe, quite frankly... It doesn't seem like the easiest place to start something.
But I am now clearly ranting.

So, instead, I want to show you folks some pictures, places and people in Marseille.
I have about 140 pictures from Marseille to show, selection of the 1000 I took while I was there.
So, for a while, we will still enjoy the Phoceen City.
Oh, by the way, Marseille is 2600 years old, since the city was founded by local tribesmen and Greek merchants, just to give a good idea of what the past could have brought, and left...
The city has changed and will keep on changing.
I thought it looked better.

This is Marseille

But this also is Marseille

This, is the new Marseille, the city in the clouds

Yes, the city is changing, and is changing fast.
A kind of mix of everything, which often, turns out pretty good!

But most and foremost, this is Marseille, a huge blue, white and orange city.

And this is the surrounding, the Mediterranean Sea.

And sometimes, lonely & lovely.
The entrance of the Marseille port's

But Marseille is also about the details,
the amazing little things you can spot here and there,
like this angel at Notre Dame de la Garde.

Or that Griffon at Le Parc Borelli

Or again, that face sculpted in that white rock on the parvis at ND.

Or the detail of that column, again at ND

Then, you got the little town around Marseille,
Like here, the port of L'Estaque

Or a fantastic sunset on the chantiers naval still in L'Estaque

Or, some other place, Martigues where my friend Cyril Lives with his kids.

And here is Cyril, to whom I have known for decades

And his younger son Achille, with my brother Denis in the back.

And Ethan, on the very same day, pouting

At last, Ethan's great cousin Mathias at some giant park for kids.
I like that shot because of the expression captured,
while everything else seems to be in motion

Voila, that's all folks.

Sincerely,

Serge
March 26th 2011