Aigues-Mortes

I love Mediterranean lifestyle, but this year was so hot I thought I’d melt right there on the sidewalk like an ice cube. I had trouble sleeping at night and I found it hard to find the motivation to do anything after midday. Had I been traveling solo, you would have found me in the shade, eating olives and drinking rosΓ© or sitting on the beach under an umbrella with a cocktail all day long. πŸ˜‰ But I thank the stars my love is less affected by the heat than I am and generally a much more reasonable person altogether. πŸ˜‰ Haha! And even though we had our share of self indulging, we also found the time and energy to travel around a bit.

_MG_2489.jpgThe nicest town we visited this year was Aigues-Mortes, known for its salt fields that can be observed from the fortress’ walls. There was also a little boat one could have taken to experience them up close, but we had to catch a train later and were thirsting for a beer under the plane trees. On our way around the city walking on the fortress walls, under the scorching sun, I thought I’d faint several times, sweat dripping from my forehead, but when I started spotting the roofs over the sun-washed houses, with the occasional bougainvillea and pool forming a colorful patchwork, I got so caught up in their beauty I almost forgot to complain about the heat altogether. Haha!

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First we had lunch at this incredible place (and we didn’t even know it was incredible, it just looked cosy and so we took a seat!), where this ageless dame walked around in a black dress with too much make-up and too much jewelry and used the patio as a sort of a stage and, although completely unaware of it, she was the star of the place! We had squid with grilled veggies and then the best melon tart I ever tasted, had no idea there was such thing as a melon tart until the lady mentioned it while licking her lips. πŸ˜‰ It was the best thing we had all summer and I’ll be trying to recreate it soon.

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Then we went for a little walk around, I found a cute antiques shop and when asked if I could take a couple of pictures, the answer was “No way, if you like something, you buy it.” And so I hoped nobody would buy anything from her, ’cause I could very well deal with a no from a person with manners, but this kind of attitude doesn’t tend to score high with people.

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The heat was like a curtain between me and the world, I was walking around looking for shade when it struck me that people resembled headless chickens, jumping around without direction or purpose. Luckily we found a cool spot and enjoyed a pint of ice-cold beer with the best view I know- people. God, my relationship with people is so fond and complex, I love them and hate them and consequently I couldn’t agree more with Sartre- L’enfer, c’est les autres- Hell is other people. You could see all types of folks, kids crawling around their parents’ phones, others screaming for ice-cream and others again just sipping their wine and reading the paper under a big Panama hat. πŸ˜‰

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“Had it not been this crowded, we could have gotten us a pied de terre here one day”, said F. “I know”, I sighed. “Too much people, though. And probably little to do besides eating and shopping.” “I’m afraid you might be right. But I loved it nevertheless!”

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That day was such a treat. I love France and the fact that it’s so versatile, there’s really something for every taste- be it wild nature, old towns or jet set life. And the food! Good, the food! Γ€ la prochaine!

xxx, Alina

 

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