If you want to vary the Marseilles beach experience, you can jump on a boat from the port and head to one of the islands in the bay, past islands which served to fortify the city, to quarantine immigrants, to host wild parties, to house grizzled fisherfolk.

We took a boat which dropped us at La Frioul, expecting to arrive on a desert island. Just in case things got dire, we took a melon along. Not so. It is difficult to be more than two hundred metres away from a) a baguette and b) a bar in France. The Marseilles side of La Frioul was nicely equipped with a slightly dilapidated marina, loads of bars and some slightly shabby restaurants. Not too far away we found a
calanque, or fjord with a tiny beach at the end. The islands and coastline around Marseilles are combed with such fjords which provide ample prospects for swimming and punning.

There was no sand on the beach but I was nonetheless able to install myself easily enough.

This kind of show is perfectly acceptable on the free-thinking shores of the Mediterranean. Those who are interested in such matters will note the Birkenstock tan.
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Now I too am pining for the fjords.. and the heady mix of gold lamé bikinis, pastis and stunning scenery that is indigenous to the Mediterranean. *sigh*
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