Time has the ability to pass like clouds. Today is a week since our arrival. Even in a week many passings have occurred within hours.
As day one came to an end, she stumbles out the flat to search for french mobile carte sim avec data and fuel to stay awake. The neighbor who was introduced previously is indeed a shopkeeper two doors down. Amicable and pleasant he is helpful with details and directions.
Accomplishing goal one and returning to home, Sixtaine knocks on the door and mentions that will return demain to settle the rental tab and makes mention that the shopkeeper (Archer) is amidst divorcing and perhaps it would be nice to have a new friend "for a drink" or company.
In this point of arrival, its a bit unclear the route such introduction will lead. Often it is understood that ending relationships take a bit longer, specially emotionally before they are no longer a part of heavy thoughts carrying failures and disappointments. Voila, c'est la vie...
Descending the stairs in a state of delirium, Lebanese seems like a good food option. As a well travelled person, it seems Aix en Provence lacks a creative energy existent in major cities. A bit bland and homogenize, all restaurants have the same classic French aesthetic and all shops have the same clean windows. For this reason, Lebanese would be a more interesting choice for a first meal since it would be impossible to have a huge variety and stimulating cuisine during the duration of this voyage.
Approaching the locale recommended its a bit unclear which one is it. Seating is ample but yet sitting near the plaza is reserved for larger parties, party of one often gets the attention of a step-child. Focusing on getting a meal, the kafta en sesame cream is ordered with a sparkling water. The owner is attentive and comes often, he becomes weary the meal is not so great as eating has subsided to a halt. "A porter" the owner brings a take-away container, patiently packs it and drops in the bag a huge pack of pitas. As he returns with the check, he brings some lovely Middle Eastern mint tea sweetened and warm just like this encounter of French details.
These types of gestures continued, then the market seller closes the transaction with a bunch of lavender and the pizza guy ends the meal with a lovely petite dessert of whipped cream and fresh strawberries. All free, all tokens of appreciation for patronage one is to assume. Yet today was indeed the best one, after renting a voiture for the weekend for 100 euros and pumping gas twice in order to fill fuel usage of perhaps a quarter of a tank, after 25 euros it was still not full. In the interest of time, it is assumed the tank will continue filling...NOT! Upon arriving at the rental office, the attendant (at this point only encounter women) makes note that there's petro missing and it would be costly. Explaining the aforementioned, she asks for the receipt of the gas to proof words spoken or excuse validation. Providing the receipt, she is satisfied a valid attempt was made and life is really about attempts. No extra charges for gasoline used!
Returning to human dynamics that often determine the value of experiences. We find the shopkeeper various times of the day, friendly and charming. Mid week they exchange numbers and decide to go for a drink. Like minded people often have a way of connecting on the premise of dreams and lifestyles.
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