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... and instead went out to a great classic Provencal dinner, and got some good wine. But then, we started to see a couple kids in costumes, or rather just kids in sheets. I think one of them had a mask. But on our way back from dinner, we found the bar scene. Mostly it was just people out on a normal Saturday night, but we had to at least go check it out. We were somewhat impressed with the Halloween scene, and probably could ...

... write her address and draw a map I realized that something was terribly wrong. She drew a map of Corse (Corsca) - a little French island I the Medeterranian. We were headed to Corse, not Italy! The victim of not having an Italian map and too little internet time. Who knew? Propriano certainly sounds Italian to me&#8230;<br><br>We weighed our options: <br>1) continue on and cycle across Corse (2700m altitude ...

As it is nearly a month after my last entry, the time has come to write my third installment of mes aventures francaises...<br><br>Having spent most of my free time out with the girls (drinking far too much 1664 and sangria), I didn't think I'd have much to write about, hence the delay on this entry, however the length of this will probably tell you that I was wrong! For a start, we've had two 21st birthdays so far, Lizzie's and then Louise's today, so lots of celebrating ...

... yesterday, Saturday, and it is cooler but still nice. The trip here was spectacular with many olive groves and big mountains. Today we went on a tour to Les Beax - another medieval town with a castle - poor Graham and on his birthday too. Then we went winetasting and to the premier olive oil producers in France. The Mistrql was blowing on the tour and it was very cold but warmer back here in the camp. Tomorrow we explore Aix on foot then we go to Avignon.

... as if they omit bathrooms strictly as a matter of space. So I&#8217;ve got the bell tower room, high above the street and across from the Gare St. Charles, watching people come and go at all hours. I don&#8217;t have TV, but I do have Tinariwen on my buzz-box. <br><br>This room could probably be dubbed the &#8216;suicide suite&#8217; if it weren&#8217;t so small, given its high perch five stories over the street far ...

... a mezzanine). Luckily I had seen some information about an Office d'Information Jeunesse at the top of town, where they have all sorts of information about finding accommodation, work, and activities in the area. They also allow you to use their computers and the internet for free. We explained that we would only be here for 5 months instead of the whole university period, and they gave us some leaflets, one of which advertised a hotel/apart that was just ...

... chose to go to Aix-en-Provence, a medium sized city in Southern France, where I attend the Institute for American Universities at Le Centre d'Aix (The Aix Center), and stay with a local French host in their home. And for those of you wondering how I got out of Spring practice for Football, my coaches do encourage studying abroad as long as we are committed to staying in Davidson for the Summer to work out. So you know where to find me this summer! This blog ...

... drinks and saw a cool band that night: Did a Cezanne tour the next day (hes a fa,ous figure here) and jumped in a lot of fountains to cool off. Its really bloody hot here: Eating a lot of baguettes and pain au chocolate, feeling very french doing so although im blatently a tourist who cant speak a word of the language: Headed to cassis, a beach about an hour away ...

... of a 1960s blot on an increasingly spectacular landscape - the University of Luminy. From here you are straight into the national park of the Calanques de Sugiton which are now owned by the municipality of Marseille. Plenty of interpretive notices but not much sense of scale so I set off up a wide level but typically stony path following the crowd - definitely glad I'd worn my thick soled walking shoes. Onwards and upwards through the forest, with a significant ...

... hanging out chez Pisarro had crop marks on it and its label was handwritten. Fascinating all the same, it reminded me of the Museum of Natural History in Marseille. (Did I mention that I went there? That was during my 6 hours between bus and train at the beginning of Toussaint. Aside from the one cool exhibit on extraterrestrial life it was quite unremarkably dull. There were about three huge rooms of taxidermy--just stuffed animals and skeletons--and another on prehistoric man ...