Montpellier
Opening the doors to my room in Montpellier was seriously better than Christmas. The room was clean, bright and smelled like expensive soap and Saturday mornings! It was perfectly appointed and at 33 Euros a night, the greatest thing that could have ever happened to me at that moment.
Montpellier is this amazing, tropical, Paris of the south. Its not far from the Mediterranean sea (located in the Languedoc Rousillon region) and is filled with Palm trees, cream colored houses with blue shutters, stately architecture, and the oldest botanic gardens in all of France.
I saw an amazing art exhibit featuring the paintings of Emil Nolde at the Musée Fabre, had tea in an indoor-garden-courtyard-antique-velvet-upholstered-land of herbal wonder, saw a legit break dance battle in the park, ate light and fragrant cous-cous until the wee hours of the morning in a dark and moody cave-like restaurant, bought a blue v-neck sweater, read many a page in many a garden, and just sort of smiled and loved on Montpellier in general.
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