Most of our trip has been grinding from one city to another but we decisded to take a day in Montpellier.

and I’m glad we did.

it was one of those vignettes that is forever etched in my brain.

We walked along the drab dark sides streets one day, you know the narrow, quaint street that has seemingly derelict fronts, chipped paint and rotted wooden doors.

”this is not how I imagined France to be,” I said to Bob.

then something magical sort of happened.

we turned the corner into a large square. The sun was bright.

it was a magical vignette out of some movie.

someone was singing “La Vie En rose” on a mic, in the square, people were mingling, smoking, laughing toting shopping bags. There were children laughing and playing in the quake.

then “ding ding” the trolley binged and people stopped to allow the trolley to pass.

It stopped and people got off and people with shopping bags got on.

and “ding-ding” the trolley was on the move again.

It was a magical moment. What I imagined what France should be like.