no problem staying in a small room.
Laurent immediately wanted to go
home. I knew it. He wasn't a traveler
at all, a real Parisian. He knew that
very well. In a Zappa style: Having a
shit on a strange loo ... a bit difficult
for me. But I was able to talk him out of
the idea going back to Paris. Meanwhile
Jules sat watching television with the
family and was doing magic tricks for
the kids. Of course we visited Bertrand
regularly, but we thought we shouldn't
stay longer than five days. We didn't
want to be a burden for these people,
so during the daytime we explored
Montpellier. We sat in cafés, restaurants
... sunbathed in parks, shopped, visited
the Lunaret Zoo. We even went rowing
on one of the étangs. And to a reggae
concert ... The Heptones. Laurent had
bought some weed from one of the band
members, so we were really in the mood.
