French Connection

Since my last post, I took some time off for a roadtrip in the south of France, then took part in an amazing conference in Paris, then went to Tokyo for a life-changing break, then came back to sour hometown-alienation, then went to one of my happy place's to remember who I was in the first place and re-establish balance. All in three weeks, but it feels as tough it has been three years... Let's start with French appetizers and the rest will follow:

The trip began in Lyon, right after the day its airport opened up despite the volcanic eruptions of the mighty Eyjafjallajokull. Lyon is the average beautiful Europe city. Not distinct, but in general, pleasing. Cute boutique shops, pale brown houses, calm&cool  bridges, an impressive cathedral watching over the city, and silk tales to discover behind closed doors.


Then we had a nice long ride to Marseille accompanied by quality French wine. Marseille is certainly more Arab than French: a touristic sea-side Mediterranean city filled with boats and bars. There are a few anchoring places that we gave out heart and money away: a cozy tea-house, a breakfast cafe filled with chocolate jars, a pirate bar filled with rom, an Italian restaurant that claimed pastis is one of a kind... (please do try raki and ouzo if you think the same way, all these are like different ages of the same wine)


Thinking of what to do next, we decided to drop by Aix-en-Provence for a short while and found ourselves in the middle of a carnival. That's what you get for going along with your impulse. Story of my life... 

Then came Paris with its charming glimpse. Four major points in four days: recalling my previous visit in every step, socializing with brilliant colleauges, drinking and dancing in Duplex. I was too happy to leave, but when I came to Tokyo, I was glad I did. 

  
To be continued...