A normal life

Walking through the streets of Montpellier, I rediscover a life full of normality. I sit down to drink a coffee and eat the inevitable croissant; I look at the maritime pines, the cream-colored buildings and the gray wrought iron railings. Fascinated by the colours, I can’t resist and enter a fine arts store, where I find an assortment of papers and colours that requires a long exploration.

I also get to know the city and the streetcars that run through it. After a while, I take line 3, remembering the stops, and walk along the Promenade de Peyrou as if it were normal.
The word that echoes in my mind is “normal”. After all the difficulties of these two years, we really need to find a simple and “normal” life again.
The owner of the Cafe I’m sitting at brings me my espresso, smiles and calls me “Madame”.

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