First Light

I’m sitting in a small café in Montpellier, munching away at a questionable pan provencale and sipping an adequate café au’lait. The sun is stinging my eyes, but it’s a good sun, creeping up over the roof tops to set my inner clock in order and wake my up after 24 hours of first work, then constant traveling.

My reason for ending up in Montpellier is not the fantastic cuisine or handsome men (of which they have neither) but the wine fair Millesime Bio, which marks the start of two weeks traveling through France and the end of my old employment.

And alas, my carriage calls, but I will do my best to transmit my encounters if not to ink, then to the digital medium that shouts so loudly into the abyss in hope of an echo.

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Jessie

Aiming towards a short yet amusing life.

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