I’m working and doing a bit of web work when the memory of my time in Narbonne, France comes flooding back and splashes it self into my worried mind. It was like some strange dream walking around that city. There are times when I’m on vacation that I’m waiting for it seem real. My entire time in Narbonne seemed this way. Walking around a half finished church, snaking our way though a farmers market, eating one of the best meals of my life, stumbling across a fashion show, even the french hobos plowing their way through cases of beer seems surreal to me.
I’m not sure if I miss these places or I like them to be just out of reach and I’m forced to remember the sweet souvenir that I can take with me wherever I go.