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  • 148. The middle of the middle

    148. The middle of the middle

    There’s a particular kind of humility that comes from being assigned seat 28E. The middle. The mathematical centre of other people’s discomfort, for thirteen hours, from Los Angeles to Aotearoa. To my right: a woman whose body had simply outgrown the architecture around it (and the bones buried within it). Her flesh pressed warmly against…

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  • 103. French men are hot

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  • 102.They have me at bonjour

      The good news is that I have had more than one, okay, I have actually had three french people come up and ask me for directions on this trip. And yesterday, someone asked me how much the bus was to get to the train station and not only did I understand her, I actually…

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  • 101. Deception. It’s french for anti-climax

    This is a picture of the location of the yoga class I was going to do this morning. Googled it, mapped it, dressed for it, researched the language required to ask for a single class, walked to it. In my mind, I had already embraced that stretched, exultant, I’m too sexy  for my activewear feeling…

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  • 100. Is this where redheads come from?

    Situated in the Luberon, at the foot of the Monts de Vaucluse, Roussillon is a picture perfect village snuggled in the heart of one of the biggest ochre deposits in the world. Who knew you could mine colour? Okay well probably a lot of people other than me. It was a spectacular place to spend…

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  • 99.Yin and Yang in the South of France

    Second time up to bat and we nailed it. Holy shit this is a beautiful part of the world. Pinch yourself picture perfect kind of pretty. Here is the journey should you find yourself in this part of the world: Aix en Provence – Rognes – Lourmarin – Bonnieux – La Coste – Roussillon –…

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  • 98.The good, the bland and the lucky

    So Steve came over from London for the weekend and joined our crew in Aix en Provence. Instead of mooching around the village all day pretending to be badly spoken locals, to celebrate our swelling numbers we decided to rent a car and head to the coast. Immediately I chickened out completely and stepped aside for…

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