Today , the jet lag has eased and feeling a bit less stuffy in the head, I am able to now collate my thoughts a bit better, perfect time to start my blog. After around 30 -feels like 60-hours of flying and airport hanging around we arrived in the south of France. At Marseilles airport, I awaited questioning by the immigration officer, to my surprise there was no customs, no questioning, no searching bags - nothing. I don’t even know whether the European authorities checked that I had a visa to come into the country. It was an amazing experience arriving back in Arles. Everything is just so stereotypically French. The old 16th century stone houses, cobbled streets lined with cafes, boulangeries, gorgeous little boutiques, and the French language floating in the air like a
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