This is why Mom and I are here, to see excellent Provençal scenery and to bicycle:
If only the anonymous commuter had a baguette or chocolate croissant, then it would completely capture my priorities. . . .
We made it! A French transportation strike (of some sort or another) could not keep us away. If we had left on Tuesday afternoon instead of Wednesday, though, it would have been a different story. The strike did delay our departure enough that Mom and I had to change our connecting flight from Paris to Marseille. We ultimately would have been able to make the departure with two minutes to spare, but having a couple extra hours in Charles de Gaulle airport let us do things like eat breakfast, find our gate, not completely freak out, and have our luggage travel on the same plane with us.
We are currently in Aix-en-Provence, a Roman town that just exudes fabulousness. It’s old, yet modern. It’s at least as French as Paris but with fewer tourists and buskers on every street. We found a sidewalk café to stop for lunch, get acclimated to the French way of doing things, and eat delicious salads. Then we wandered around the old city, taking arty snapshots, people-watching, and window-shopping. I think I spent €20,000 on just the things that I would get for Lisa if I could, and I probably gained 20 pounds thinking about the things that I would eat. There’s seriously delicious stuff on every block: chocolates, pastries, breads, cheeses, meats, restaurants, ice cream shops, etc.
I will post more pictures when I figure out how to do that easily, but right now I’m a bit tired from being up more-or-less 33 straight hours. À bientôt, muffins!