A short distance from Gare de Marseille Saint-Charles. It was hot damp n dirty. Massive embouteillages right through Marseile, desparately trying to get the car (cheap Quiksilver branded Renault Twingo with no balls) back to the hire Co and not miss the TGV to Paris. This kinda summed up the mood and it was as if someone had already made the decision . We were not in control.