The coast near Genova was lovely in between tunnels.
Genova was boring. The train to Marseille was interminable and boiling hot and filled with screaming babies. That has put us off train travel for a bit I'm afraid. We arrived in the Marseille train station late at night to wander in search of our (as it transprired) lovely hotel. The was an upright piano being played and the stench of piss in the air. That's an authentic travel memory certainly.
The view from our hotel balcony is worth returning to Marseille for; Hotel Alex, right by the train station and has delicious breakfast.
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