I had an even better second day in Montpellier. I sold a book in the basement of a French paper supply store, and then spent the money on a nice, leisurely breakfast (double espresso included.) Florence had suggested a street with boutiques and specialty stores for shopping in Montpellier. If I had brought an extra suitcase, it would be full of things from Montpellier. Especially since at the moment, everything is lavender-scented. I met a quirky girl from England who worked in a cute shop where I wanted to buy everything.
We talked for an hour about couchsurfing, wwoofing, and how after one vacation, she ended up living in France for the last five years! She gave me good advice about London, where she grew up. I left the shop and was right in front of the church of Saint Roch, who was the son of the noble governor of Montpellier.
I missed the festival of Saint Roch the weekend before, where they have a reenactment in the streets. I was the only one in the church, so I had a peaceful moment of prayer for my family. Saint Roch is a comforting image, with his little dog offering him food at his feet.
I spent many hours that afternoon in the Musee Fabre. It holds France’s largest art collection outside Paris. My favorite pieces were “Albayde” by Alexandre Cabanel
(not my photo)
and another work by Paul Signac that I can’t remember the name of. It was a scene of a country road lined by trees in the style of pointillism. I think my dad would really like it, but I can’t find a picture to post here. Afterward, I spent a few hours on a bench in a church garden reading The World According to Garp by John Irving. The light was so beautiful as the sun was setting that I didn’t want to leave.
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