In fact, I’ve been in Paris for two weeks since my vacation in the south, but I stole a week of vacation to use in my last travel log. Since my return, I’ve mainly been getting back into normal France life, which is surprisingly similar to my Canadian life — laundry, work, walking, reading, eating. Except it goes without saying that the food is better, even when I make it myself.
It was still raining hard when we woke up in Provence, so we decided to continue on to Avignon. We didn’t have breakfast at the hotel, so we stopped at the next village to visit a café. By this time, I had switched from the morning café court to café au lait. The former is tiny and strong like espresso, and the latter is the same thing diluted threefold in hot milk. I really enjoy the strong coffee, but it’s more peaceful to take a larger and slower coffee in the morning. From what I’ve observed, this is a common sentiment.
I had overstayed my welcome at the hotel with the other divers by two nights, so I packed my gear (leaving some heavy stuff to go back with the club) and took the bus back through Hyères to the gare for my first TGV voyage. The train de grande vitesse travels between most of the cities in France, and it is extremely easy and convenient to use.
The trip to the south started on the last day of April. Counting the rest stop, it’s a twelve hour drive between Paris and Presqu’ile de Giens, but fortunately we had a car-couchette — a bus where all of the seats convert into bunkbeds. I slept most of the trip, which was fortunate because I was getting over a bit of a cold. You shouldn’t dive while congested for fear of small stoppages in the lungs or sinuses that can over-inflate while surfacing.
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