Wednesday, 20 November: Sète

I am less than 10 miles from the Mediterranean Sea, so I was bent on finding a way to see it. It would be wrong to be so close and not at least look at it, right? Since I am not particularly adept at figuring out maps and directions, I was reluctant to try and do the bus thing...too many transfers = too many chances to get lost. So, I took a train to the seaside town of Sète, which is only 15 minutes from Montpellier.

Long story short - I got a fleeting glimpse of the Mediterranean as my high speed train zoomed by. Sète is a coastal town, but the sea is a good distance from the train station, but due to the train schedule I had only allotted myself an hour in Sète. There was no physical way for me to get to the sea and back for my train on time. The good news is that there are many inlets and canals throughout the parts of town I did have the time to see. Even better - they were very lovely... particularly as the sun was beginning to set.

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