#1 Staying in Character

Déjà vu

Aix-en-Provence reminds me of Kingston, Jamaica in many ways – sweltering at times, cool in the evenings; narrow roads, hilariously tiny cars with horns that go bip-bip; bizarre, desert-looking plants that stick up in every direction; the gates and grills on some of the windows; the cooing of morning doves. But the streets are lined with trees I’ve never seen before.

They are eggshell white and spotted with brown, as though the fierce Aixoise wind (which I experienced earlier this week) have stripped off their bark in curving patterns. I don’t know what they are called but I love them.

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