{Proximity 23} the first time I couldn’t get lost no matter how hard I tried

08.09.12
Ville D’avignon. Where the hotter southern wind awaited.

We boarded the train south in the hope of being drown in lavender field or getting lost in some unknown vineyard, which, neither were accomplished.
We decided to take leisure stroll around the city and get lost in its many alleyways, while regaining our strength for the next buzzing cities.

I like avignon. The people are much friendlier than parisian and it smells good – of lavender – despite the fact that the pet population is greater than the people. (Just kidding)
 

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