After being away for two years, when we returned to Pézenas (the very old and very small town that I lived and worked in from September 2011 to June 2012) the differences were minute. They put in a weird fountain, they finished their work on the sidewalks, the store that once sold weird dragon and sword things now sells spices to tourists.
The pigeons still shit in the same concentrated spots, the market is still on Saturdays, the Café des arts is still the placce to be, the same grumpy Southerner still drives the 103 bus to Montpellier, and Jean-Charles still buys his fish on Tuesdays.
Imagine his surprise upon seeing me after two years down by the market in town. Priceless.
Speaking of the 103, we hopped on the bus and headed off to Montpelliier for the afternoon.
Things are pretty much the same there, too.
Carl and I had a lovely lunch of galettes and crêpes, followed by the most perfect café noisette (espresso with a dollop of foam).
Voilà:
Dang, that's pretty.
I think I'll always love it in the South of France. I'll be back before too long, I suspect.
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