Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Sweating in Style
Morning came early and the not so gentle rocking of Voiture 1 aroused me in a way usually left for my boyfriend. With shades of beige illuminated brightly by the morning sun I got to witness the small towns waking up, coming to life. Something that always brings me a sense of peace and joy.
Major cities seem to be the same no matter where you go, but it is the second cities, as I affectionally call them, that really give you a sense of where you are and the ones with which I am most intrigued.
As my mother struggled for the umpteenth time with her over-packed matching set of luggage I tried my best to have a quiet moment, if only for a moment, watching the rows of farmland pass before me, robed men tending to them in their early morning routine.
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