Letters One by One : Interstitiality and Galettic Marseille — ness, a Beach.

Dear B,

Last spring, in a desperate attempt to shut out the horrid time I was having at the RCA in London, I flew to Marseille and rented a cottage by the sea. Sounds more Cornwallish than French, but it was a cottage, and it was a sea. Mid-March, off-season, so a place to sleep was easy to find, and tourists not so. The owner showed…