Montpellier

Every time I try to write about Montpellier the city, the entry ends up being transformed into something completely different. I think there’s a reason for that. And that reason is that Montpellier really didn’t do it for me.

It was nice enough. There were palm trees. There were beaches (that were covered in dead crabs). There were 80 billion cicadas that would not shut up. Lots of people, lots of little shops. One of my favourite aspects of the city was the twisty-turny alleys and side streets. But in the end, the city didn’t speak to me. It was hot, dry, and full of loud and annoying insects. I, for one, am glad to be moving on.