Montpellier Pt.2.
Monday morning torrential rain until 3am, binmen at 5am and street cleaners at 7am. Hi Montpellier I am awake and wondering what happened to nothing?
Put on your morning shoes; dancing shoes, it's good for you. Good morning. In France there isn't any such thing as a good morning. Bon Matins is not a concept. The changing aspects are not reflected in the morning. Day break I have my fast of cafe, confiture and pain: the repeat of the everyday man.
I am le chatty man. Not an Alan Carr twatty man syndrome merci! Third cup of cafe/choco and really I still feel a little indistinct. I'm pushing my self to fratenise but don't really have the feeling for it.
A youngster with Nike Air Jordan's Marke trois hasn't the history of them in his stride. Is it a fault of the older generation's grinding teeth when they see the lack of a subculture that hasn't been assimilated into corporate face/off empty eyed mouthing? There is no struggle amongst the urban classes anymore; just the dread of a zombied trance. Is that what a maul full of undead unread is really saying about the mass society: oh lets all clap!
I've had one night of a youth hostel and it might be just one period too much. There is the chance I'll return dreadfully pissed, throw up and be violent to myself without thought.
Mica from Hamburg and Chantal from Berne helpfully proved that it was not me it was the strangling Auberge du Jeunesse ruining my. So I Fled to better strands. Choice. 22€ for appalling Hostel. 18€ for distant campsite. Or €30 for a private room on my favourite Chateau - rue Cheval Blanc! Bring on those boys!
That's definitely an improvement and I would give the Jeunesse a very low score. Dispassionate staff in ordinary clothing, a very thread bare and ragged environment. Feeling un appealing to new comers. I felt for all the other 7 in this 9 bed dorm for having to stay longer! It didn't endorse Montpellier. Majestic is simple but clean and ideal. Only got space for two days so hang France. I'm heading for Spain the first opportunity: Samuel was a helpful guy who might be able to give me a deal if I stay longer ... Go for now relaxed and reached a place to retire away from what was dog shit alley Hosteling International lacks a dynamic of back packers or benevole or donativo.
Food. Shop. Figs, compot du pomme and pruneaux. The best option to encourage me back on the Camino for sure. Reminding me of being brave and walking forever without sight of another soul. Just me and my matter.
Montpellier might be meaningless to my simple self, I can feel the barbaric me trying to clamber passed into me. Begone devil. The rain has evaporated and it's a wonderful afternoon listening to sing song French while my Galette Complete is placed before my greedy mouth! I live for a proper Breton Galette; they can be welcomed in and set a fire to the Camino of your soul. Common food definitely gives to me all the nutrition until fair galant Glenn arrives. Finish with hummus in Le Salidou au rue du Fg de la Saunerie ... I would recommend this tract: Gambetta before Place de la Un-Comedie! Food is meant to reward us in our declining passions.
The middle of the day is stripped bare and taken apart from the tedium of earning a slight crust. I think the long break, from noon until 2:30, allows a productivity for the French majority; traipsing in and out of their domains. I return for a siesta in the solace of my chamber: room 14 third floor, Majestic Hotel, as the skies rapidly alter. Grey coming from the east to the west with the potential to annotate the streets with excited hands.
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