Arcachon, France
After a rather long cross country rail journey of nine and a half hours from Aix-en-Provence to Arcachon (via Marseille and Bordeaux) it was nice to arrive and breath in the sea air. On the approaches to Arcachon you could tell things were different from Provence. The houses looked very neat, the streets looked tidier and the trains did not seem to have the same amount of graffiti as they did in/around Marseille. As we walked from the station to the hotel Arcacho...

