Montpellier Pt.4.
Montpellier has been a challenge really. I can feel nothing but relief when I catch the first cheap vehicle out of here. I'm sat beneath the opera house looking along the M square and it somehow feels dirty, messy or frantic. A lot of crazy drunken fools tumble passed absorbed groups of German tourists. Plug them in or wind their mechanism and see a merry mental dance. After a lentil salad, bananas and 75cl of eau naturale I'm thinking a return to the Majestic to shower and change and perhaps forget the forceful masses undone in Place de la Comedie. The price of everything skints and ain't no joke.
The joke I suppose is on me for letting something meaningless pull my feet away from the solace and happiness of moving ever away from the pain such places as Montpellier represent. I returned to the Hotel realised Spain is only a couple of hours south. I'm sodding off to Girona. I return to sweet simple peaceful city. With sweat pouring down my brow I place my items as neatly within the rucksack
..
Earlier I returned at least 750g of books to the UK snail mail. Le Poste wanted me to pay 10€ for a priority service and had no envelopes for surface mail. With helpful advice from the Lovely liberty design lady I find Gilbert an brilliantly cheap option. 3€50 to despatch at the La Poste conveniently placed opposite. Still have the bottle of Altesse Chardonnay to enjoy with some food once I hit positivity in Spain. Sorry to be so hard on Montpellier, there was a time I would've loved socking it to you: but let's just say I've altered and nolonger need the decedant high streets. I found a shirt to recall the times of 2013. You must have something to recall all the times, bad or good, but it must be random, cheap or expensive is irrelevant; transistional.
Comments