In the morning we were thinking about taking a shuttle bus arranged by the cruise company, but since they had a habit of overcharging we first left the boat set on walking to le Vieux Port (the old harbor) or, at least, the closest bus stop.
The closest bus stop was like 1km away so we went back on the boat, bought tickets and got back out. At the bus they informed us that the tickets we had were blanks, but they let us on anyway (the machine we bought it from were out of ink or whetever).

At the old harbor we first planned to go to Chateu d'lf. This is the prison where The book character Dante in "The Count of Monte Cristo" spent some time. BUT the sea was too rough so the boats was canceled, to Mihiris great disappointment. Instead we took a bus to Notre Dame de la Garde, which is a church on the top of a hill (the highest place in the city?).

From there we had a nice view of the city. There was a service going on so we went in and just as quickly out again. Outside the church (but on the same foundation sort of) there was a small souvenir shop. This is the first time I saw the commercial side of Christianity presented this way, but I guess they struggle as everybody else.
After some photos we took a bus downhill again.

We headed for the tourist information center where we got some new ideas. There was an Old Town which could be worth seeing, but if we took a bus we could go to a place further along the coast which was supposedly nice to see. The bus there went from a bus stop a bit away so we started walking... On the way we visited Cathedrale La Major (another big church).

Finally at the bus stop we realized that the bus were not to be leaving for another 30m and then we would be hard pressed to make it back in time.

Skipping the bus idea we went back towards the Old town and wandered around there for a while. Hungry and lost, we tried to find some place to eat but it was crowded everywhere. Now on the point of starving with sore feets, dragging ourself around in the scorching sun we ended up in the old harbor again. Here we found some cookies (Macarons they were called) that we bought for something like 8 EUR (YES we were that hungry), then sat down at some stone stairs contemplating our bad luck and ruined plans.

A lot of people were going into a building nearby. With the logic assumption that there must be something of interest inside, we followed the stream. It turned out to be some kind of "come visit the city hall" so all we saw was Chinese people taking photos of the copier machine.

Not much more happened. We went back to the shuttle bus, got back to the ship and went for our last dinner on board.

One of the dishes had some strange name to it, and the waiter explained to Mihiri that it was "blabla... beef... blabla". I listened only with a half ear (at most) and when I could not find anything else I thought that ok, lets have the beef. Beef sounds safe.
It wasn't. First I thought I got squid because it looked like tentacles, but they were almost hairy (like a tongue). Not the kind of bubbles squids have on their arms to be able to grab unlucky ships and drag them to the bottom of the sea. After eating some I asked Mihiri and she then told me it was BEEF ENTRAILS! Goddammit they eat just everything. There should be warning signs for ignorant Swedes like me!

The Russians (or whatever they were) at the next table were gone so we said goodbye to our other table neighbors and left. Passing the shops we bought a watch (which is too expensive for me to wear so it's going to stay in its box forever I think).

After two hours at sea they informed us that the ship was turning around. This was because a French passenger had gotten ill and needed medical treatment. They were to pick him/her up by helicopter.

Since it was our last night we made a brave attempt to try most drinks on the drink list but got fed up / too drunk.