The morning after Iceland v Hungary and the square out the back of the hotel was being vigorously de-Magyared by the Marseille street cleaners. I had a wander round looking for a place for breakfast but decided that sometimes it’s good just to do the obvious and plonked myself outside Le Pointu among my fellow tourists. A good choice.
As in O’Monaco I went for the formule of juice, croissant and coffee. For a euro more I got a much better croissant (significantly butterier) and freshly squeezed juice, as well as a good coffee and service with a smile. The square’s a pretty good place to hang out and read the paper for half an hour. With the sun out and the sound of seagulls in the air it felt almost as good as being on Sarfend seafront in the summer.
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