We wondered what it would be like to go to a town were troubles of constant chase are unknown.
Somewhere where we would feel alone. Just you, I, and the old town. Béziers, France.
Riding an empty bus, drinking wine in a middle of an empty street, asking strangers what their favourite place to visit in France is and booking the train there next day, running around the streets below the castle pretending we own the place, searching for the most authentic local food from small family businesses, running back to our little home where all we could hear at night is the sound of chirping animals desperately begging to be a part of the adventure. - 1 hour ago