Swerve
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There was an explosion a few blocks away like half an hour ago. It’s a madhouse
^ Noting this, I’m glad the panic was more or less isolated to where I was at.
Alright well thanks again for the messages/replies friends, I don’t really want to do a reflection piece or anything big about today because all we should be focusing on the families affected and the culprits responsible. But being that close and witnessing all of it firsthand, especially a particular group of people who had family running or watching the marathon, was crazy eye opening.
Anyway I’m done I just fucking trekked half the city to get home I need more food and a shower
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Gordes is often anointed in guide books and tourist office pamphlets with bland monikers like the “jewel of Provence”. Indeed, the hilltop village is the very image of Provence, the first town to pop up on a Google search, right up there next to the violet lanes of lavender. It’s true that its beauty, especially in the morning when the sun climbs over the towering chateau, or in the early evening, when the staircase of stone buildings is bathed in amber and the valley behind the town looks like it was created in the mind of Matisse, can break you. You will find yourself saying stupid things like “let’s give up our crude urban existence and find an old stone home that we can covert into a little B&B.” They have a name for this in these parts: Peter Mayle Syndrome. Side effects include marmalade making, furniture building and a sudden desire to crush your own olives.
Pilgrims in Provence: A search for the soul of southern France
