It’s a quintessential town in southern France, with plenty of light, warmth, and buildings that sparkle in the sun. There are people milling about, looking to be delighted; fountains trickle gently and statues stand, ever watchful.
The fun part about having (almost) no agenda and traveling alone is stumbling across small quirks. On this particular day, an organization was campaigning for breast cancer awareness. One of the streets was covered in jolly pink umbrellas, giving it a rosy hue.
Of course, I also live for the small pleasures of brilliant, classical architecture and fresh, vibrant flowers, of which both were plentiful. The flowers were awfully expensive, though. I’ll stick with my local florist in Grenoble.
I really had no agenda coming to Montpellier, aside from a few “touristy” places that I wanted to see in person. This included the Promenade du Peyrou, which was part of a re-beautification project in the 1700’s (?). It’s an elegant little space complete with a majestic pavilion and two romantic tree-lined walkways. The light’s really brilliant.
Making my way back toward the center of town, I took a few detours through side streets and was happily surprised to find little bursts of color. The French have excellent taste in doors, each unique and more charming than the one before.
Montpellier didn’t woo me like the other cities have, and I don’t think I would revisit. That’s to say, I’m not at all disappointed with my trip and I’m happy to have experienced it and all it had to offer- including several lovely Marches des Livres (book flea markets)- but I have no real desire to return. But, if you have a desire to explore it, Montpellier is rightly charming and you’re sure to have a grand adventure!