… and
despite the obscene amounts of residence-related stress I underwent for
the first few days (let’s not talk about it right now) I am what you might
vaguely call ‘settled in’ to what you might also call ‘une chambre’. Don’t come
to Aix, everyone here is mean. And rich, both of which I am decidedly not. Ah,
but you say, SOMETHING good must have come of it so far, and yes, my highest
point in terms of excitement was running across an 110kmph motorway and making
friends with some gypsies on the other side. How drole. Actually in terms of
generic good tymz I have been soaking up major RAYS with the GALDEM on the PLAGE
(L) but then I ruined it all by unleashing my inner dweeb and reading about
Cezanne in the lyberry and going to some local galleries. Oh yeah and I have
yet to make any real French friends (pfft, who needs?) so I’m considering
advertising myself on leboncoin.fr (“The Good Corner”, or the French version of
Gumtree/Freecycle) probably where I belong. But watch this space! I’ve had some
creepy guys call me ‘magnifique’ at a grotty nightclub so maybe by the next
post I will be some sort of Aixoise Mary Magdalene with an entourage of
Marseillais bandits bringing me hash and 1,59€ wine from
Aldi.
Whatever,
I’m homesick and England is amazing. Please visit me, I’m already singing
Christmas carols.
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