“Keep on going straight down until you can’t go on anymore. You’ll reach a very small village; it’s like it’s the last village before you reach the end of the world,” says Pierre, the taxi driver who picks me up from Marseille train station. As we zip along the craggy coastline of France’s second largest city, he tells me a little bit about Les Goudes, where I am headed, which is a district in south Marseille tucked in the Calanques National Park, a large rocky stretch of limestone cliffs scattered with coves that extends 200 square miles along the sea.
We stop before Les Goudes village in front
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