or serendipity.
“it’s not a date” he said.. ” but if you want to join me and my friends for dancing, they like speaking english..”
That’s all I needed and I was ready and out the door by 10pm.
Apparently Marseille is a dangerous city. I’ve been told this more than a few times. I had that feeling as I walked the 2 miles to the bar where I was meeting the group. Luckily, I got a ride home at 3 in the morning.
A couple glasses of champagne at Oogie on Cours Julien. Dj that was playing was supposedly the best in Marseille… and well he didn’t suck. After a few hours of dancing there we went to a salsa club where I was shown how well french men can move their hips. haha…
A great group of sweet people. More than willing to connect and tell me about the area and share information. An innocent night for sure. I felt sixteen again. My second night in this city and I already have friends.. the kind of people that make me feel like I’ve known them for years.
Serendipity.
