Aix-En-Provence

A one hour bus ride later, and I was in Aix. It looked like a town I had seen once before, but I cannot place my finger on which one exactly. I went to Paul Cezanne's home, and went to Musee Granet, where I viewed works of Pablo Picasso, and of course Paul Cezanne. I walked around with Jill, and I learned that finding a restroom to use in France is much more difficult than in America.  It is impolite to ask to use a restroom, unless you are buying something from that shop or eating at a resturant. Also, I learned that only in America are things super speedy, and that in France, people take their time, and linger and talk over a cup of coffee, and just relax, which is much different from what I am used to. I went into shops, and browsed around, and noticed how different the shop layouts were from the shops back in America. Small boutiques and lovely little cafes filled the streets of Aix, well the bright sun gave warmth to the town for an enjoyable trip.

Here is an image on the way to Aix from the bus.

Always,
    Ariele