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Europe » France » Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur » Avignon January 24th 2012

Well it's been a week of hit and miss, of farm country, wild white horses and flamingos, and of course the blue, blue sea. I think the last blog posting came from Nice, so we will start from there! Marseille was nothing like I pictured, though honestly that was no surprise considering in my head I was dropped off at a port steaming with the smell of fresh and rotting fish, the sour stench of sailors just back from a year voyage, and Edmund Dantes as my guide through the back streets. Ah, if only. Instead I was met with steep, narrow streets dominated by dirty brown and beige buildings. I initially critiqued the designer's choice of the latter (not a color that inspires poetic inspiration) but then I saw the city in the last rays ... read more
Chateau d'If
Me
Marseille

Europe » France » Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur » Nice January 17th 2012

How do you say goodbye to a place you'll never see again? It's surreal, walking down a street you knowyou'll never pass down again or catch a last look at a scenery too beautiful to be captured by a simple picture. Even if you didn't like the place as much as you'd hoped, there is some sort of invisible connection that can't be denied. And the city won't even realize your passing. Bittersweet is the perfect word for it. Nice has been a rollercoaster of emotions, to take advantage of the cliche. Hated it from the beginning, softened a little towards the middle, and now I'm happy to be moving on. Here's a brief summary of the past two days... On my third day I dedicated myself to the modern arts. Ok, dedicated is a bit ... read more
I think he's looking for Alice...
Monastery Garden
Vence


Sleepless nights should NOT be spent reading The Shining with the soft, dull snore of fellow roommates punctuating the silence at unexpected intervals. It does nothing for the nerves. Thus passed my second night in Nice. In the morning I neither felt rested nor inspired, but I was determined to shake my funk and get out to see the beautiful gem of Southern France. In Nice, one can feel the taste of Italy: terra cotta roofs, gelato on every other corner, the heavy aroma of pizza floating in and out with the sea breeze. But just take a step out of the city...and Italy follows you. My wanderings took me along the coast towards the highly popular principality (stingy about that fact, they are) of Monaco. I happened to choose the same bus as a group ... read more
Cathedral of Monaco
Monte Carlo
Villefranche-sur-Mer

Europe » France » Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur » Nice January 13th 2012

Je t'aime Paris mais je suis vraiment contente de le quitter! (I think that's right. Grammar police anyone?) What happened on the last day in Paris? What could possibly be the epitome of my time there, the golden nugget, the perfect moment of it all? ... I stepped in dog shit. Sorry, sometimes that word is just necessary. Yes, yes, that warm, squishy (some might say moist) sensation on the bottom of your shoe and you're afraid to look down because you just know what you'll find. I feel like I'd become part of the city for real. Luckily I can't regale (or maybe a better word would be bore) you lovely people with stories of touristy visits, museum experiences, and the panoramic views of the beautiful Parisian cityscape. Because I didn't do any of that! ... read more
Nice
Nice Beach Front
Me, above Nice

Europe » France » Île-de-France » Paris » Sarcelles January 11th 2012

The trip has been nothing like I expected. From the minute I stepped on the plane in Seattle (the first leg of my international flight) it was one surprise after another. I never would have thought that I'd crave airplane food, but when there isn't an option of having any, you start drooling for some. I guess it's just one more thing to thank the failing economy for: the lack of free food on an international flight. Merci au monde! With little sleep, frustrated after having missed nearly two flights, my arrival in Paris was nothing short of a relief. I ride the train in, where I must say Parisians have found an art of seeing everything without actually looking at anything. Gare de Nord was nothing like the Hollywood movie Hugo made it out to ... read more
Saint Sebastian
John the Baptist
John the Baptist




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