Early in the morning, I continued my journey to the Provence after Lyon. My destination was a small quiet town near Marseille called Aix-en-Provence. Once I arrived in Aix, I immediately dropped off my backpack at my Couchsurfing host's place. Well, I must say this apartment is small and cluttered, but it's only for sleeping ЁЯШЕ. However, the host is really nice. It was then time for me to head into the city. There, I met up with one of my travel acquaintances who gave me a private tour of the city from a local's perspective. But first, we had coffee and exchanged life updates. When you haven't seen someone for a good 4 months, it can take a while. He then took me around the whole town, including the best croissant I've ever had. Strolling through the city gives you a true southern vacation feeling. All the houses are wonderfully yellow and there's always something happening, just as I remember vacations in the south from my childhood, even though I've never been to France directly. We spent the later afternoon in a park in the shade, enjoying our Sunday. In the evening, he wanted to show me the delicious French cuisine, and I genuinely enjoyed it. We then ended the evening together with a glass of wine. A little later in the evening, I headed back to my host's place. I thought the apartment was a bit small for 1, manageable for 2 nights for 2 people, but he pushed it further, and a friend of his also found accommodation for the night. Inside, it would have been a bit too cramped, so his friend took to the roof of the neighboring house. No, it wasn't a rooftop terrace but actually the roof of the house, which was easily accessible through the window. A deck chair was set up, and just like that, the sleeping arrangement was made. My host did explain that it was illegal, but I needn't worry as he would be moving out in 2 months, so he could do this without concern. We all chatted together for a bit, and then the three of us went to sleep. At 5 in the morning, the window above me opened, and he came in with his belongings. Shortly after, he waved goodbye and went out the door. I slept a few more hours before I set off again into the city to look for a good croissant for breakfast. Today, I ventured through the city again, this time with my camera, letting the French vibe wash over me once more. After a nap in the park, I met up again with Nacime. This time, we ended the evening with beer and a picnic in the park. After saying our goodbyes, I was treated to a private concert by my host back at home. There was everything from country to Irish indie, making for the perfect conclusion. Early in the morning, I then took the bus to Marseille and from there further into the south. ЁЯл╢ЁЯП╝

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