
How? How do places as lovely as Aix-en-Provence even exist?
While literally
every town I visited on this trip was delightful magic, I'd have to say (when forced) that Aix-en-Provence was my favorite. If it had a beach, I would've thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

I had to leave before I spent all my money. The markets were full of lovely linen clothing, local art, handmade goods, live music. Stumbled upon a traditional dance recital in the Cours Mirabeau. The food, everywhere was amazing. The rosé wine. Ugh. So wonderful.

I had a teensy AirBnB in le Vielle Ville (Old Town), down a quiet, magical street where I had to avoid ending up in people's wedding photos. My walks back from my day of siteseeing lead me through delightful squares like Place des Cardeurs, and down little shop-filled rues like Rue Gaston de Saporta where I'd buy fresh madeleines and empanadas.
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